We sat down together
And were asked to describe the other
They said it would show the truth
Her eyes were pine green with deep secrets hidden behind
Mine were green
Her hair was golden threads that angels used to string their harps
Mine was brown
Her voice sounded like the gentle wind through the Iris in spring
Mine was quiet
Her touch was a dream of perfection and desire
Mine was gentle
She smelled like a wildflower in midsummer
I smelled good
Her smile lit up the room and quieted the crying skies
Mine was white
And she was the one who ended up disappointed
Imagine that?
