Chesa

Her skin as fair as milk, her beauty like a blooming rose, her presence a calming breeze, a beautiful fair woman she chose.

Her face a canvas of porcelain, her hair a golden field of wheat, her form a work of art, a beautiful fair woman can't be beat.

Her eyes like diamonds shining bright, her lips a rosebud kissed by dew, her grace a flowing stream, a beautiful fair woman, pure and true.

Her mind, however, an enigma to behold, silently sitting with eyes gazing intently, a mental track playing Cotton Eyed Joe

Chesa lives up to her name, as a beautiful woman without a thought behind those eyes.