I look at you differently.

You are a young and beautiful woman
who has a beautiful body,
you get a lot of compliments on the street
and it is inevitable for you
because you are a product of nature
and for the beauty that God put in you.

But I look at you differently
because at my age I cannot be
with insinuations or expressions
that would distort what I can manifest
because I look at you with sublime reverie
of believing you almost perfect in figure...
and in your gentle way of being.

Eyes that even closed are nice,
hair that makes you look stunning
like that grove of trees that stands tall
in the verticality of the smoothness.

I look at you differently because I am a poet
and I just admire you
while my verse settles on your silhouette.

God grant that your beauty never wither,
and may your sweet voice always have subtle registers
that caress the heart and the soul.

I simply admire you
because I contemplate you... different!

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