Covergirl

(Conscious Imitation of Alfred Lord Tennyson's "The Lotos-Eaters")

Uniquely she enters the basement room
Empties her pockets of probing success
The air she breathes emanates perfect perfume
Her tinkling laugh flowers her finesse
The ungodly her mere presence does suppress.
Others long for her organized splendor
Hold the sin, envy--her mind could never transgress
She is the flawless knight of truth, his defender
His pattern of precision she will always render

There is a great blessing in being me
In never creating any fault nor sin
I am loved by humanity in every degree
My beauty is not transparent but worn on my skin
I inspire happiness with my sight
My efforts bring motivation for life to light
Mortal minds of millions I ignite
I have been told my face is a work of art
Every brush stroke sets my colors apart.
Like VanGough my masterpiece speaks to man’s heart
My technique of application of beauty is what I impart.
~DaLe 09.14.08 at 12:44am