She had red lips like cherries and blood and wine
Pink cheeks like berries picked fresh from the vine
Skin like porcelain, white as milk
But smooth like velvet or cashmere or silk
Her hair was soft and blew in the breeze
She moved like a dancer with grace and with ease
With the allure of a siren and the body of a model
But the unadulterated mystery of a genie in a bottle
Her eyes were a color the rainbow can't define
She was perfect and amazing but she'd never be mine