For Nicalina

Light hazel eyes pierce my soul with their intensity
Deep pools of beauty mirrors a most gentle of souls
Childlike innocence wrapped within a Succubus frame
Stray wisps of corn silk hair fly with imaginations air
Coifed tresses frame an angelic beauty from above
Lips promising sensuous distinction never before realized
A smile from these lighten my soul like no other can
A pout upon her visage sends me spiraling hell bound
A true renaissance woman with no restrictions not her own
My Alice in a Wonderland both surreal and yet solid
Tangible Grace guiding me to destinations of the mind
Points never before paused at now visited in wonder
My passport to majestic venues experienced by few
She is perfection in a land of Chaos where nothing lasts
A Friend of Worth where many others would never go
That which brightens my heart and airs out my starving soul
A trusting butterfly flitting round my heart, hopefully landing
Captured by my minds eye better than any camera can
She is an inspiration to my Art and new Muse to my writing
I can only hope this free spirit chooses to tarry near my side