Her hair shown like gold in the hot morning sun.
Wild and free tenaciously to the small of her back.
Blue diamonds sparkling in eyes looking back at one.
Steep cheek-bones rest upon a face in tack.

Venus, pink lips speaking little whispers.
Gentle and gracious is her affectionate trough.
Hour-glass limn to legs long as grasshoppers.
Not to make fun of; no please don't scoff.

For they glide gracefully across a dance floor;
Nimble and quick as a cat after prey.
Blue Ox strength as told in yarns of folk-lore.
Awe the yearning beauty of youthful yesterday.

Reality is hateful and bites in the here and now.
Gold fades to cold silver and grave grayed.
Unkind wrinkles now from a worrying brow.
Body parts have betrayed; weaken, worn, frayed.

Occasionally my hearts youthful spirit revives
and washes over me like an ocean tide.
A treasured, cherished gift when it arrives.
Uplifting wind to my tired spirit in life's ride.