Aries' hair falls on your face

Heavenly curtains
The color of mahogany

Her cheeks are perky with a radiant smile
Her skin too tight to pinch

The wind picks up and she blows away
Like a dandelion seed hanging just by a fiber
Off of your chest and into the sky

You watched her float away like a little kid
And his birthday balloon.

...

There is nothing wrong about that.