The Girl

Words out of her mouth will melt your heart.

Her voice is a choir, a symphony of beauty.

Those eyes are pure gold.

The heavens painted a masterpiece.

She smiles with infinite rays.

The way she holds herself is beyond amazement.

She looks at the world with pure innocence.

The autumn breeze blows her hair into a million strands of amber.

Blush of red streaks appear upon her face.

Her heart is empty, the fire was put out long ago.

Abandoned by those she loved.

I tell her thngs will get better, as long as I am with her.