She

Fingers like serpentines
unfolding along her hair
and the image of her eyes
so clear as the sky...

Golden reflections
drawing to her locks
and her beauty reminded
the splendor of Botticelli's Venus,
the luscious innocence kept.

Her embrace was confort and warmth of Spring
in the cold November days.

She was the most beautiful girl
who ever noticed me
and then I didn't feel so bad
anymore,
at least not in those moments.

The mere sight of her renascence prettiness
made my day much brighter.