Beauty is in the eyes...not only the eyes of the beholder.

As I get older women become like fine art
To be viewed and admired for their beauty
It is a matter of aesthetics not of the heart
Their eyes are portals to the beauty I see

I found her interesting and fun in chat
Then I viewed a photo from her "Just me"
I know I resembled a big Cheshire cat
Her eyes leapt out, blue as the Adriatic Sea

Chromatic pools so warm and so inviting
Hinting about secret pleasures and delights
Together with a dazzling smile so enticing
It sent my spirit soaring to great heights

Her freckled alabaster skin, so smooth and soft
A contrast to her rough but tender nurse's hands
A blue-eyed cherub come to Earth from aloft
A snow kissed angel who true ly understands