The most beautiful bow 🎀

She assess him through eyes not old Story not know, yet to be told Why is it that they look that way, colour so clear? Deep and glazed, something familiar and dear Cloth is crisp and waves a slow motion It is she, so womanly that causes commotion Grace around her changes the atmosphere's bubble A slow peace, cannot truly be trouble Smooth and bright, both aura and skin Cautious intelligence, characteristically akin Within normal proximity there is a strange feeling Vision...