Smooth
Her grace feline
Like satin pulled over skin
She might walk on water
And not cause a ripple
Smooth
Like a petal of a rose
more like poetry than prose
I've admired her from afar
this one shining star
Smooth
Voice like a sax
With a mind so fine
Words come out of those lips
Which caress them as they leave
Smooth
That is what she is
Grace incarnate, even at her worst
Search the world, far and wide
and another her you'd never find
Smooth
Smooth as smooth can be
Elegance incarnate, epitome of beauty
Even ice could melt at her smile
Only one person.. and this is thee