My Precious Love.
Her teeth are pearl white,
Her smile is gold.
Her heart is the definition of perfect
Her hair is the silk used to make the finest blankets
Her hand is the most delicate glass, and
When I hug her I am hugging beauty itself.
She is the fire in the lounge,
On a cold winters day.
Yet, within all this beauty,
Is a girl who cries through a flower.
Disguising her sadness,
Locking it away, forever.
As I face this magnificent creature,
She is full of love,
full of fear.
her eyes are the deep...