A poem to Mansi....
raven hair
shining in
the Sunlight. Where
could one hope
to see so fine
a lass. Her eyes
alight. Divine.
Indeed, if they were
green, not brown,
would she still not
wear a crown ??
A symbol of
her Royal style.
A reason why
we watch a while.
Watch....and smile.
This dusky girl
sends our mind
into a whirl.
It's strange that life can be,
at times,
a place of cool
and gentle climes.
At other times,
a fevered place.
One looks into
her eyes; her face,
and sees at once
both warm, and cool.
The classic traits
of every jewel,
and clearly also
of this Belle.
Take care Mansi.
Fare ye well.