Her

About a woman who I fell deeply in love with and I still love, even though she is married and a mother. Her and I shared many great memories, but good memories mixed with time tends to make them sour.

Her lips red like the blood in her wrists,

Her eyes blue like the sky we watched,

Her lips rubies in a world full of coals,

Her hair black as a midnight raven,

Her skin white as porcelain and pearls,

Her hands fragile like a newborn child's,

Her voice gentle as a midsummer breeze,

Her embrace motherly and strong,

Her mercy as endless as her grace,

Her love the missing piece to me

Author's Note

Somewhat free-form. I focused the words more to be visually enticing rather than rhyming and consistent.
Yes it's her in the picture.
Comments are appreciated.
Thanks for reading~

Reviews

[Anuradha Verma]

I love works with vivid imagery! This hits the sweet spot. :) I'm glad you chose to keep it free form and didn't bind it in a specific form since the poem retains a raw feelings that we all so desperately try to incorporate in our works.