Who could forget her gleaming pools, bouncing saphires like sunlight.
She wore her soul around her neck tightly held in a fist of trust
Her eyes shined and her smile scented the wind.
As a wonderer in forsaken land I had been sent to serve and carve
To shape and bend potential into blissful beauty.
She looks me down with quivering lips and wanting eyes
Unasked questions
Whispered answers
To her I am alien, a foreign substance with princely charm and manly gentleness
She muses vanity smiles with a wide eyed grin and a curious touch.
Sell yoursel