Is nothing but a sequence.
A gang of syllables
that can claim presence in many other words,
holding no paramount significance
Is merely a linguistic feature,
like any that the mind can capture,
and instantly defuse.
For names and words are common,
pivotal in almost every conversation.
But a face-
Filled with such grace.
A reflection of twilight skies,
of colourful butterflies,
hovering over meadows
that have countless beautiful flowers.
Such a face, I am somehow sure,
that to you its distinctive.
Oh! A face so gay,
reflecting inner beauty and joy,
even if captured by one eye pixel.
Never will the mind fail
to find such an image,
a permanent storage,
and forever claim knowledge
of such pleasant an image.