In An Ataraxia
Elegant ecstasy, divine beauty;
She is a sheer camhanaich's quiddity.
An eternal duende, a true ikigai
Aye! she's Persea Americana's pie.
Winsome being laconic and ukiyo.
Is she loquacious? I do not think so.
An orphic sweven never dreamt before;
Well, there are many reasons to adore,
Her beauty, decency, and honest soul
Her erubescent smirk and urbane stroll.
Her mirabilias ensorcelling me and my wit.
For me, she's like bonanza, immaculately fit.