rare as the
pink star diamond
of south africa,
a blatant cry
of beauty, blooming,
the way a
middle mist red
blooms in the
field of new
zealand, she is,
the laughter of
this moment, his
smile for tomorrow,
and with each
sunrise, her sun
sets upon his
will, invigorating as
the morning, and
charming as the
night, it is,
her soul, warm
and carefree,
like the vibrations
of her heart,
beat.
-e.