Freshly bathed
Hair entangled in long curls
Looked as dainty
As a wax doll
Touch and will melt
Glow on her face
Yet firm like a rock
Cannot be touched
Or she will cast a spell
Carved perfectly
Her beauty was mesmerizing
She walked like a swan
Swayed like a peacock
Her voice like the flute
An enigma,
Oblivion to the world
She was fearless insensitive,
And moment next
Moved to tears
The anguish she exhibited
Spoke the buried
As she walked to the cliff
Leaving the past behind
Lovingly embraced death
