She had radiant brown skin,
So soft
that it felt heaven sent.
As if,
the sun came down
and gave her a kiss.
You look at her
and you begin to feel bliss,
a glimpse of something close to
pure, sweet happiness.
There's warmth beneath her glow.
A warmth that you can feel,
and one that shows.
It lives in the way she laughs,
so rich and care-free,
like it's been touched by stories that many eyes fail to see.
She's a rare light
that doesn't just shine,
she imprints,
she soaks into the crevices of your skin
and heals what you never spoke about.
She's a sunrise in human form,
not just seen,
but felt
in the quietest parts of your soul.
— D