She is among poets a Mozart. 
        Always playful, forever joyful. 
        Beauty not only a virtue, 
               but an end unto itself. 

 Her sensibilities as delicate 
                   as a debutante’s cheeks.
        Her prose shimmers 
                   with overflowing ambitions.

 Her pride dominates the stage,
        like an aura of grace 
        struggling to hide its confidence.
        Begging the world to take a seat, 

                   not to miss the beginnings, 
                          discover stunning revelations. 
 So contagious are her pleas, 
        they require us to register 

                   her presence, as they humble her audience. 
 Like the serenity of light, 
        early morning,
                   as it lands on trees and their leaves,

 Her metaphors standing out 
        the way beautiful domes adorn 
                   long stained-glass walls 
                            of medieval churches.