When cometh that day?

One for the Road. . . To Keep Me Company

My love
That one?
She is a baby
when she sleeps
And a tiger
when she wakes.
She is a cat
When she walks
And a Leopard
When she leaps.
My love
That one?
She is innocent
When she talks
And very charming
When she stares.
My love
That one?
She is very poetic
when she writes
And quite angelic
when she sings
There's a hellish heaven in her lips
And her breath induces
Eternal sleep of peace
My love . . .
That one?
She exudes vice-ful virtues
in her finishing touches
And her imaginations
abandon you in a dish of reality
My love. . .
That one?
Her eyes blaze like the big bang sun
And when she glares,
She clears the clouds of doubts.
Her intelligence rivals Aristotle's
Her beauty dwarfs Helen of Troy
My love. . .
That one?
She is exhausting
when she loves
And leaves you breathless
When she is gone.
She comes in abundant smile
And leaves behind pearly silence.
She is the desire of all humanity.
She is the blessing of the world.
My love, she has a heart of gold
Her mind is diamond precious.
She is my companion
In life's journey.
And with her, one could communicate in silence.
My love. . . That one?
She is as rare as Ruby
As virtuous as Esther
And she's the Good One
I'm yet to find . . .
So when cometh that lucky day?

Truly yours,
@samueloption