C - for D and H 0 Comments June 4

Your hair – a deep shade of wood;
and in your eyes, the likelihood
of spring grass from the meadows.
Your happiness marked by the crows.

A walk noticed by all the world,
your hair ever so slightly curled.
A body crafted to extremist perfection,
carrying your being to the perfect vision.

Your smile lets squint even the brightest sun,
while your laugh must be the perfect one.
If only your heart was open and giving…
But on this one flaw, I’ll be forgiving.