Her hair danced with fire and used its color to paint the first wild red red rose
Her face was made of a soft white canvas cut from the dream of a cloud
The first kiss from her lips gave birth to heaven
and the second buried the secrets of pleasure in the devils heart
Her eyes contained the rage of an endless ocean
and the painted skys and stars of magic
and madness
that would one day be called Van Gogh
To see her was to fall in...
To know her was to be in...
For in her soul and flesh and essence was the fabric of
everything that makes love beautiful