She shined like a star glowing like the moon, beautiful no matter how many scars she counted as ugly. Her skin a burned caramel color. Her eyes soft like deep dark melting chocolate, so beautiful they glittered with undying love reflecting in them, like a mirror showing the future, I saw myself in her eyes. Her long hair rippling like black water, shining with life. Shaped in such poetic ways as she herself was made up of every love poem written. She danced, like the sound of music from a piano, she was the notes drifting to my ears. To my eyes came tears. Tears I cried. Her pearl pink lips twisting into a soft smile, no gloss to shine them but for them none was needed. Perfectly imperfect she seemed like a divine being cast from heaven as a fallen angel. Her heart pure as purity trying with every breath to keep beating thumping with life. Her soul shined with divinity, purity, and love. An angel she is I think.
