Beauty is in the eye of the observer

Beauty is in the eye of the observer

By Cœmi Amieva

With that magnificent arrow of brilliance

my heart blooms with ascendance

Your body abounds with radiance

Your mind drifting in scholarly abundance

That voice trembles with elegance

And this soul flaming with defiance

For you, I'd give assurance

But alas, a punishment is due for avoidance

Now, meet your last utterance