I saw you tip-toe with a new bout of class, <br /> <br />with the eyes that they gave me that were carved out of glass. <br /> <br />Your skin stretched softly against all your bones, <br /> <br />and your heavy, light heart that was chipped out of stone. <br /> <br />God stole the raindrops that fall from the skies, <br /> <br />and placed their grace in the depths of your eyes. <br /> <br />And with your fingertips, you begin to entice, <br /> <br />the same fingertips that were built out of ice. <br /> <br />So as you leave, as you pranced, as you twirled, <br /> <br />you left natural beauty that can rival the world.<br /><br />Aaron Byrne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natural-beauty-5/
