Crafted out of the finest clay,
Molded by the finest hands,
Her smile, vibrant, like a flower blooming,
Her laugh contagious, like a cancer.
Loud, like a thunder,
Her beauty is unavoidable,
she makes me weak,
vulnerable, and happy.
She smells of lavender and roses,
Her skin, a tone of beautiful smooth black,
Her eyes, the size of a distant moon,
magnificently still in white.