.............she moves with the golden grace of a Goddess. <br />Shaking her head with the extreme confidence <br />in there is no comparison to her beauty. <br />She needs none knowing none is needed. <br />She is the perfect example of perfection personified <br />Not to be overly redundant <br />Her entire being is beyond description by mortal man. <br />Such words do not exist in his limited vocabulary <br />They can be found, existing only in nature. <br />He thinks perhaps.............. <br />The sound of a babbling mountain brook. <br />The smell of peonies kissed by a morning's dew. <br />The color of sunlight when it last lights the evening sky. <br />The taste of a passion fruits nectar sweet upon his tongue. <br />Or, the touch of a warm Summer's wind on his cool skin. <br />Her grace and beauty is beyond his comprehension. <br />Until............ <br />She opens her beautiful mouth and speaks, <br />'What the hell are you staring at you grotesque old fool? ' <br />And with that....... <br />The fantasy inside him dies as he faces the truth. <br />There is no one meant only for him. <br />He wishes not to dream, <br />...........as it is too painful when he awakes. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright ©2007 Ted G. Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fantasy-can-be-cruel/
