A riot of colours she is,
A sip of sparkling wine.
Her laughter the gentle tinkling,
of a distant church bell,
Her sorrow a cloudy day.

She mesmerises, she teases,
her heart that of a child’s,
her smile, the blush of a rose,
her anger, the flare of a fire,
her love, an ocean with no end.

She is full of curves and complexities,
A universe with thousand of galaxies,
She is a joy to behold,
a love to fall in,
a sorrow to own,
a pain to bear,
one to belong.

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