A sunny day with clouds and a heavenly bliss
The wind brushes up my neck as a tender kiss
I see her in this street, Athena is her name
What was cold in my heart, now has a flame
Dance for me, oh sweetness to my drunken eyes!
Hide me in your skirt, my heart, only for you cries
She stands across a continent with that “dress”
A simple one to show but one that can impress
What are her eyes, their colors and being?
They are treasures she hides from seeing
In my mind, true beauty is what is concealed
Until you decipher her, she won’t be revealed
July 2019