Her Beauty
The invisible pain,
Is what will kill me first,
The pain that makes me feel,
Like I am lost.
It’s not that physical,
But it hurts the most,
And comes when you lose something you love.
A love so pure as she.
She was so beautiful,
Brown hair, green eyes,
But what I love the most,
Is who she was.
She was the kindest person,
You’d ever had met,
And she loved children,
With such a passion,
Too bad she never had one to kiss.
At such a young age,
Only 18,
She had to leave,
Everyone behind,
For God believed,
It was her time.