Softly Said Whispers

This piece was created with the permission of a friend.
(C)2016

When the eyes hid their shade in plain sight,
intrigue drew upon fire for a sonnet tonight.
It was just a touch and a chance to dare,
to write the Crimson  lore you wear.

A smile on lips faintly toned in red hue,
draws contemplation in non color view.
Where hair falls like notes of violin,
 and the heart is shown from within.

The gentle contours of cheeks and jaws,
to trace fingertips upon a wish that was.
A grayscale on focal points to be told,
as her grace is cast in verses to behold.

All in a dance yet to be spun,
in the place where the weave won.