Radiant with grace

If I were to put your presence on paper
With words not managing to describe half the exquisite you really are

I would say you were autumn
With your eyes green as the fresh moss
Glistering in the morning dew
With your locks brown as the bark of the trees

I would say you were winter
With your gaze as clear as the snow
Lit by the golden rays of the sunset
Your voice deep as the bass of the ecstatic music

I would say you were spring
Covered in cerulean attire
Illuminating your surroundings
Like the rising of the sun and the popping of the flowers

I would say you were summer
With your warmth and glow
And your rosy face
Your pace rhythmic as the drums of the anthem of euphoria

I would say you were
Radiant with grace

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