Inspired par one of Lisa's pics from H Magazine. Thanks to @PC for the idea! This poem is a tribute to the beautiful Lisa Edelstein.
***
Her beauty.
It is something indescribable.
The way sunlight hits the ground in a forest,
dappled par the leaves.
Silence,
only broken par the rustle of branches
and the slow gurgle of a languid stream.
The way moonlight hits a quiet pond,
the glow rippling out
until it melds seamlessly into the darkness.
Can toi put that into words?
She walks down the hallway,
a picture La Reine des Neiges in time,
for just one moment.
Her dress flows behind her,
the wings of a butterfly,
ou the glow that a shooting étoile, star
leaves behind in the sky.
Her hair ripples in waves,
reflecting the sunlight, absorbing it,
as she gazes steadily at what is in front of her.
An open door, leading to what?
She is a queen,
perhaps her subjects await.
She is a star,
perhaps the flashes of cameras have already begun.
toi can barely see her face,
it is flooded par light.
She looks at peace, a portrait of serenity,
but toi feel the urge to call out to her.
When toi say her name,
toi know that she will turn around.
Her expression will be surprised,
wide-eyed,
until she suddenly smiles.
That smile,
wide, radiant, free.
That laugh,
an unrestrained burst of joy,
happiness radiating out of her,
infecting everything around with a warm glow.
If the world were in black and white,
that laugh could paint it in color.
It could give the autumn leaves their yellow,
their orange,
their fiery red.
That laugh could flood the oceans in a blue so bright
it would become part of the sky.
How could toi resist that laugh?
It is irresistible.
She is irresistible.
Walking down the hallway,
she is a painting.
Something that is so far from your reach,
all toi can do is wash your eyes
in its beauty.
It takes your breath away,
so is it fair to say that she is breathtaking?
Everything is frozen
for a second,
for one moment in time,
but toi know that she will turn around
and the world will come back to life.
But for now, it is enough
to stare, to gaze,
to revel in her beauty.
The way the ocean laps at your ankles
as toi wait for the suivant wave.
The way your cœur, coeur stops
for a moment
as he leans into your lips.
Can toi put it into words?
She is the sun, the moon, the stars,
anger, serenity, sadness and joy,
hate and love
for one moment.
Her beauty,
it is indescribable.
***
Her beauty.
It is something indescribable.
The way sunlight hits the ground in a forest,
dappled par the leaves.
Silence,
only broken par the rustle of branches
and the slow gurgle of a languid stream.
The way moonlight hits a quiet pond,
the glow rippling out
until it melds seamlessly into the darkness.
Can toi put that into words?
She walks down the hallway,
a picture La Reine des Neiges in time,
for just one moment.
Her dress flows behind her,
the wings of a butterfly,
ou the glow that a shooting étoile, star
leaves behind in the sky.
Her hair ripples in waves,
reflecting the sunlight, absorbing it,
as she gazes steadily at what is in front of her.
An open door, leading to what?
She is a queen,
perhaps her subjects await.
She is a star,
perhaps the flashes of cameras have already begun.
toi can barely see her face,
it is flooded par light.
She looks at peace, a portrait of serenity,
but toi feel the urge to call out to her.
When toi say her name,
toi know that she will turn around.
Her expression will be surprised,
wide-eyed,
until she suddenly smiles.
That smile,
wide, radiant, free.
That laugh,
an unrestrained burst of joy,
happiness radiating out of her,
infecting everything around with a warm glow.
If the world were in black and white,
that laugh could paint it in color.
It could give the autumn leaves their yellow,
their orange,
their fiery red.
That laugh could flood the oceans in a blue so bright
it would become part of the sky.
How could toi resist that laugh?
It is irresistible.
She is irresistible.
Walking down the hallway,
she is a painting.
Something that is so far from your reach,
all toi can do is wash your eyes
in its beauty.
It takes your breath away,
so is it fair to say that she is breathtaking?
Everything is frozen
for a second,
for one moment in time,
but toi know that she will turn around
and the world will come back to life.
But for now, it is enough
to stare, to gaze,
to revel in her beauty.
The way the ocean laps at your ankles
as toi wait for the suivant wave.
The way your cœur, coeur stops
for a moment
as he leans into your lips.
Can toi put it into words?
She is the sun, the moon, the stars,
anger, serenity, sadness and joy,
hate and love
for one moment.
Her beauty,
it is indescribable.
"I'm sorry, I messed that up..."
