Red (to Abby)

She sits in the cooling field Upon the quiet hilltop Juxtaposed against the horizon The grasses oranged and red Stained in the light of a setting sun

Her hair sways with the gentle grasses Strands glowing red of their own desire A harmonic symphony of beauty Between the reds of the worlds around her And the red dripping from her heart

Her eyes flow across the distances The mountains along the horizons sing to her A distant bode of adventure and love call to her Soft wisps of wind whisper softly against her neck Swaying her red hair across her back

Her red lips hold the tinge of a smile Her red heart beats gently to the melody of the fields Her red soul flies and her spirit soars Among the amber clouds and dim stars

From behind, afar I watch her Standing in awe of. . . A beauty A creation A symphony Beyond all understanding Beyond all comprehension

Describing her may be deemed impossible As it often seems to be But if I had to explain who she is She is an amber, glowing field In the light of a setting sun She is the blush that often streaks her cheeks Beautiful and discreet She is the crimson light that shines down over these mountains Proof of the true beauty the world conceals She is limitless She is irreplaceable She is perfect

Hey hey, this is posted from a mobile device so forgive my formatting.

This poem was written as a gift to my Fiance, Abby, who has a bit of an addiction to the colors red and black..

This is in commemoration of one of my favorite memories of her - watching her in her own little world while we watched the sun set.

Abby, if you're reading this, get off reddit and come to bed.

• DuckinaPuddle

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