100 More years

The example is in infinite colors
sounds unheard in this decrepit neighborhood
scents made for divine creatures
it touches deep beneath the skin.

Bright lips of a never-ending gloss
though tight, speak in a thousand smiles
they bring comfort to the weary
in a solemn silence none can pierce.

Behind the glass the gaze is warm
deep blue after a thunderous night
a reassuring embrace surges
magical aura born from a noble soul.

Child yet he listens to her mysterious tongue
stilled by the strength of the daily teachings
if only he could live another century
grow with her words and apply her wisdom.

In the appearance of a puerile girl
far from the Amazon of ancient ages
all that surrounds her is awesome beauty
unassuming as she may be the giant in my breast.