fuyu-spirit

He is blessed with, A sun-kissed complexion of olive, Soft, Like the ostrich's plume. Glowing, Like the orphic reflection of the moon. The deep mahogany colour of old bark, Is laid upon his head. Zenith, With fallen strands of an angel's harp. Yet, Rambunctious like a child a lark. Glistening Opals, With pools of emerald and onyx for eyes. Captivating, Like autumns fire fly's glows. Oriflamme, Like the romantic red rose. He has ineffable lips, That recites a charming propensity. Graceful With subtle salmon splash. That, Concatenates emotions that are rash? Now let me foreshorten my love, The subject I scrutinize the m