She has hair the colour of a forest fire,
Burning in the sun.
A deep fiery red at the bottom,
To dark mahogany roots.
She has milky white, almost translucent skin.
Dotted with a constellation of freckles.
She has cold, icy blue eyes,
That light up with a smile.
Intense, astute, taking in everything.
And revealing nothing.
She has a single dimple,
Revealed with her impish grin.
Her eyes crinkling with delight,
Straining against laughter.
She lives, and loves, intensely
Trying to mask the sadness in her heart.