Perfection

She can calm a storm with her smile.
He can grow a forest wider than a mile.
She sings and all musician's bow to her.
He speaks and the stars burn brighter.

He moves with water's flow.
She dances with silken passion.
He makes all face's glow.
She has an impeccable fashion.

She call's animals to her aid.
He command's the elements brave.
Alas she is just a maid.
And he is but a knave.

By Leon