Her hair was drawn from a raven's feathers,
And her skin was painted with caramel.

The honey in her voice, I shall never forget,
Nor that echoing sound of laughter.

Her eyes,
Though the colour of dust,
Held a galaxy within them.

Her hair is a raven's new egg,
And her skin is worn paint.

The pure air in her voice, I shall always remember,
And her quiet sounding smile.

Her eyes,
Though the colour of cracked earth,
Still hold a galaxy within them.