I see her, often, from afar.
Don’t let the biker chick persona fool you.
Ciara lights up a room on weekends.
All her beauty, elegance, and grace
Come to life when in taffeta and lace.
Her true beauty time alone can never mar.
In her presence sweet true love will overrule you
And Heaven with mere Earth forever blends.
O how I wish that she were truly mine.
For she is beautiful and feminine.
Welcome to SUNDAY MUSE # 56 .