• He watched her
    He saw her
    Green emeralds
    On a sun tanned face
    The purest snow
    Does grace her face
    The threads of hair
    First brown then gold
    Extraordinary beauty
    Set by the ruby rose
    Her long lived perfection
    Should it never die?
    But ignorant people
    Seeing her with clouded eyes
    Beat her and cut her
    Plastic here and there
    All to bring out
    What was already there.