"Reflecting" by Steve Hanks
Heart of a woman
Soul of a child,
She wears her shyness like a silken veil.
At once innocent yet self-aware
She tosses playful glances over her shoulder,
Her interest betrayed
By sunset's whisper in her eyes.
She tempers curiosity with restraint
But cannot mask her inner Self,
So deliciously sweet
I can taste her in my mind.