Slap Of Beauty

A slap on the face would only comfort a
fool one who knows not the prize of
companionship especially if it is of a
woman, the rejuvenation that
occurs every time she speaks of words,
every time she gazes toward me turning sour
into sweet every time her touch can mend
emotions, stir feelings and bring joy but
alas it would be no justice to her and no
peace for me if I could spare only these few words in her presence for,
when I see her flaming eyes they bring out the blazes of my
soul, her lips provoke a mutiny among my
senses, her hair so fair in complexion, lustful to the touch and so
wondrous to the vision torment my thoughts, all only to come on to
compliment on her already existing smile of an
angel, face of a saint and beauty of a god