The Summer Star

An angel on Earth

Her hair like aquamarine...

bathe with longing and eternal sadness,

Her eyes like pure gold, worth more than the blazing sun

as it set and rise gracefully.

Her lilac skin,

smooth, but not too delicate as it is like a snow blanket

on a perfectly flat plain.

Her lips, only reminded the world of a truly bliss honey

from a honeycomb

dripping down in a spiral to a cinnamon velvet.

She had blessed the world

with her presence

and her sweet song of the gentle breezes.

No matter what she wore,

she outshines the darkness of the world.

But, sadly, as all beauties are,

she died young

and remain eternally untouched

and untainted.

Author's Note

A suggestion from my associate that intrigued me.