Transcending Love

Her hair was the color of mocha,
and her hemline fell to her knees.
There was a potent spell cased upon her,
Causing her heart to become contorted.
Her life was filled with duties,
and unrelenting love.
Never feeling as if she had a fulfilled life.

Her eyes were the color of sadness,
and her heart was broken from malignant acts.
Her heart was open with years of wounds,
needing the gentle care of another,
who will wrap her aching heart,
in the tender love she needs.