Her face lights the room
A torch
A beacon from the God's
Framed
By a mass of long blonde
Tussled mane
Her eyes deepen
In shade
Till they are whirlpools
Of azure
And then her pretty smile
Unfurls like a flower
With the touch of sunlight
Upon it
Uncreased petals
Show dewy complexion
And lips
As ripe as a strawberry fruit
Spread to a
Hypnotic blaze