Looking Class

Just a glance.

Chance granting favor and grace,

Today I witnessed eternal beauty.

The beauty of your face.

   

A countenance with non-superior,

Without compare.

It’s why travelers on foot, or in vehicles,

Blessed by your vision stop, then stare.

Some want more, when nothing is on offer,

Not implied or ventured.

Myself and those voyeurs,

Our time, your indenture.

A chance, seconds old,

Fate did grant, without toll or fee.

Saw beauty, God-inspired,

Which Nature rendered, perfectly.