pseudo nimbus
When she entered the room,
My heart did take flight,
Her smile, a ray,
Of warm summer's light,
The grace in her figure,
The pride in her heart,
For a moment I feared,
My soul would depart,
I think in that instant,
That i understood,
Her beauty a treasure,
Forever and good,
I recall this elation,
This wonder, this awe,
What is the name,
Of emotion so raw,
I remember this feeling,
Beyond calculation,
A greatness of which
There can be no imitation,
She looks at me now,
Eyes shining so bright,
I could never forget,
Such a glorious sight,
I recall now this pleasure,
I repent for my crime,
The name of this gift,
Must be the sublime.
keen valve