The Assistant

The assistant At the doctor`s surgery, he had a young girl training to be a diabetist; she had Chalcedony eyes that shone brightly as onyx, her skin alabaster without any blemish, a shy smile played upon her lips a Mona Lisa unpainted. I was a witness to perfection a beauty that can`t last time will wear her down she will get a line between her pert nose wrinkles around her eyes, of sadness or laughter one hopes for the latter Will the world fall into a devastating war and she a victim of either hunger or radiation. This didn`t mirror on her face only her glorious youth and I was lucky to be an observer to the twinkling when time stood still long enough for me to admire an ideal.