Her mouth is like the sun
When smiling: sunlight beamed
When frowning: a mysterious scream.
Her eyes and smile so welcoming
Yet her body language usually contradicts.
At times unsettling,
Forcing me to resist the desire to give her a kiss.
Her curves are like a “Do Not Enter” road.
One could admire but not explore.
Her heart closed with a code,
Required love, patience, and far more.
Her skin glowing with youth,
Surprisingly, disrupted by slashes,
Which held the ultimate truth.
Such a beautiful creature,
Filled my heart with pain.
Not because of her pleasant features
But because her blindness drove me insane.

What once was a verdant field
carrying bright wildflowers
and soft birdsong
under brilliant blue sky
now lies dead and cold
beneath swollen grey clouds
and blank snow
I've grown tired
I've lost my passion
to fight through this cruel winter
not even for such joyous memories of these lands
I place my steel
upon the frozen ground
and peacefully retreat
leaving you to a civil war
of black white brown and grey
while I pray wish and hope
that green blue pink and yellow
will one day return to your soul