The mad man in love

She was like the spring, fresh as the morning dew , like flowers blooming, surrendering to the sunshine bidding farewell to the winter gloom. She had a tinkling laughter like a brook in the sun kissed mountains Her skin glowed like gold , her eyes an emerald colour for all to behold . Her hair a golden silk soft with wavy curls . She was an enchantress with red lips , too pretty too bold . Alas ! She was just a painters imagination as he stroked lightly with his paint brush , her emerald eyes beaconing , her lips red as ruby , as red as blood and as his masterpiece finished he realised he wouldn't sell this painting The mad man was in love.