Those freckles sprinkled across her cheeks reminded me of the stars
For her eyes held the galaxies in its grasp
Her hair must hold the secrets of the sea and the mystery of the moon

She is that refreshing breeze on a sickly summers day but then she's gone and I can't find my way
All I can find is the horrid heat that pulses and beats

I can't grasp her with my finger, for she moves in ways I do not know
My skin crawls, yearning for her breeze
Why is no one falling at her feet?
Can they not see that she has stars for eyes and a heart of overflowing honey
For they must be colour blind