In her skin are pools of gold
to touch them, to take them
to make them his own
Her flower unbroken,
like the morning dew
wet from a rainy day

His eyes are like cameras
they watch her every move
Her hands move over
His tough exterior shell
He wont let you in
Each layer must be passed away

Her skin met his hands
his telescopic eyes
moved over her golden mountains
like clouds over the sky
The two have never met
not in a thousand years
Such a tragedy of time
when we don't know the others
love exists