a gaze, soft pierce
of the soul, warmth
aglow off
sets her
aloof.
a quiet deception,
that stillness, what
stirs inside
is intelligence
masked.
a seriousness, her
stone demeanor
crumbles under
penchants for
silly.
still waters run
deep, her depth
is perception, a
knowing eye
encompasses.
looks are surfaces,
real beauty takes
appreciable time,
such class as hers:
timeless.
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