Youth
Flesh the color of warm caramel, eyes forget-me-not blue tipped with the delicate nature of violates, purple, royal in nature.
Her grace like a swan elegant in every flowing form, swift like the southern wind crossing the Sahara at the break of dawn however short tempered like the sea in the harshest of storms.
Delicate in every nature is the word she whispers to the shadows of night and joy is the song she sings to the rays of the sun as morning breaks the horizon.
Summers filled with wild dreams, and winters filled with the purity of innocence as snow fell from the heavens.
Passionate like the fire where her heart sits on a golden platter easily played like the strings of a harp and cold as the ice that hangs around until springs kiss takes it away.
Envy twisting in and out, as things come and go with every breath of youth ends and time starts to fly by with every blink of an eye there is something that changes, changes what she becomes.
