HE LOVES HER
Every line on her face,
outlined with fine texture.
Every line a sign of her life,
fulled with happiness and yet she's sad.
Her tall curved body is turning, as if trying to leave a life she once knew,
a life fulled with secrets?
He moves to her side.
He loves her.
As she stands there with slender fingers flowing through her hair; that's rich and pure with Grey beauty.
He reaches up a hand, moving to her front and suddenly pulls away.
Her eyes are sad as she glazes at him.
To much tears falling upon her cheeks, they seem to not go away.
He Loves her,
this imperfect human statue.
