She

She is sweetness untasted
by the likes of the deserving
though for some
love is merely a mistake of judgement  
until something better comes along
to subtly replace a misplaced heart.
 
She is forgiveness unfelt
a bleeding heart of amore
so they drink
and play and fall
until choice is lost
yielding to fatal attraction.
 
She is kindness unseen
not wounded love could defeat
from the bounty of the wasted
we count
moments until she turns sour
but she never does.
 
She is sanguine addiction
of words that melt stone
with a fire that breathes
from her will
burning in virtue
that makes me sing.