Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)

Her Nature Beauty

A/N: I always have a hard time when it comes to writing metaphors (I really don't know why), so if this sucks... Then it sucks.

So here we go.

Her mouth is the sun
That lights up the night
Every word she speaks
Turns the black to white

Her eyes are the clouds
Gives beauty to the sky
Everytime I look at it
Makes me want to fly

Her hair are the leaves
That moves and flows swiftly
Just one single touch
Takes me to a beautiful infinity

Her hands are the flowers
That blooms so beautiful
Soft, smooth, like a rose
Makes me feel magical

She is my nature
God's great peice of art
If you don't believe me
Let's get back from the start

Requested by: Justbreathe284

So, how was it?

I'm not even sure if this is metaphor. Oh well.

Z.