Her

Skin as white as snow,
eyes with an uncanny glow,
hair made out of fresh silk,
oh! heaven may I have seen;
in her, love was like a mothers womb,
and pain was like when a fire blooms,
no garment could ever fit her beauty,
even the moon was jealous of her!!
with a heart that was only pure,
as the sun in the sky,
her smile shines bright,
got paralyzed by only her sight,
if that was love I wasn't sure,
lungs pumping with a sweet pain,
if it were, our love would have left a stain,
breath with a burning Passion,
but now the lungs are bernt,
with the colour ashen,
dreams are dreams,
some come true and some just don't.