Weeping Willow

Her eyes are a pure soft green,
The window into her soul,
Her beauty shines beyond mother nature,
Peering in them brings a feeling of whole.

Each emotion that we embrace,
Are visible as she stands still,
The intensity exceeds all comprehension,
Dazed into ecstasy minus the pill.

Tragedy marks its place upon her,
Wearing away her supple youth,
Her strength devours her pain,
Exiling any hints of the truth.

Though her presence is overwhelming,
She suffers a pain unbearable to all,
She weeps in utter mourning,
As death casts a shadow so tall.

Isolated beyond the perimeters forsaken,
Torn by her desire to be fed with life,
Slowly piece by piece she is taken,
Roughly cut away with a dull knife.

Though she knows hope it is lost to her,
For the facts overpower her silly thoughts,
Cursed with a lack of love for beauty,
For all the wrong things she sought.