Born a concrete grey
Over time
She’s changed her rhyme
To look the way she does today
Blankets of snowy doves
Crisco tufts matted by
Cretaceous gloves
And candent eyes
A Portrait of opalescent love
As moments fade
Apologies acclimate
Taking its time to achromatize
Glances seem to elucidate
A lustrous enlightenment-justified
Chaste yet overtly plain
Rivers milky-cream
Possessed by vanilla’s uninterrupted power
In this, the beginning of what may be, the purest hour
Where sallow hearts share their deepest dreams
