I Could Gaze at Her Forever
I could gaze at her forever,
But see her only when day is fading.
She comes before the night,
Soaking in the last light of sun.
The soft pink of her blushing,
The golden orange of her hair,
The rosy red of her lips,
The changing blues and greens of her eyes.
She puts on such a show,
So effortlessly open to everyone.
Yet she is quiet and still,
While radiant and impressive.
A little different every day,
Always breathtakingly stunning.
Her presence I love to be in.
When day is fading and night is near,
Sunset graces us with her colors.
I could gaze at her forever.