Her

She was turbulent as water
She was shy
She was amazingly beautiful
When you touch her with an art she would feel the pain
She was like new grass of the morning
Though in the morning it springs up new
By evening it is dry and withered
I loved her smile
When she smiles God gives us blessings of the deep that lies below
She was slender
She loved flowers
As she was one too
©wiseman