Her skin glowed like ponds at dawn,
and her freckles, the mist over the water.
Her heart was bigger than the oceans of the globe,
and her eyes, as deep as the corals underwater.
Her smile ushered the magnificent waves,
and her mind, as still as the largest of lakes.
Her warmth was as much as the salt in the Red sea,
and her laughs, like the music that the ocean makes.
Her closed lips were pink like the horizons during sunsets,
and all of her beautiful aqua engulfed me.

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille