Viewing Her

Eyes so deep,
like a mountain lake,
make me weep
and my breath take.

Lips so full
with ruby curves
make me a fool
as she serves.

Flowing tresses
frame a fair face.
Flowered dresses
trimmed with lace.

Heart so bright
in shapely breast.
No words are right
to describe the rest.

"There will be others,"
I have been told.
But I tell my brothers,
"God broke the mold."