Beauty

Her smile is that of autumn’s full bloom, never escaping its beauty. Often captured by its fullness. Translated elegance which personifies gifts uniquely tied to her. Fortunate you’d be; recipient of even the smallest of things. This observance of mine is pleasured to admire these moments. I wonder if she knows her beauty steals words, and that her stride silences rooms. Words often stolen from my lips in conversing with her. She is my unrequited fruit.