A book of Rhymes - poems for the soul

For Her

There was a girl, whose hair was streaked with running lava, burning anyone who dares cross her path. Skin kissed with golden sun rays and freckled with bits of Earth. Eyes that bore every speck of gold buried within the ground and tears that have run through every stream and danced with every wave. Hands that create and break with a single touch. Eyes that bear so many sorrows. A heart of steel, broken by only a few. Soul of mist, that evaporates at the slightest touch. 

~M.I. Perrins