She was more than this world could handle,
a pen in one hand and a brush in the other.
The world her stage,
dancing among the rose hedge and bramble.
Her saving grace, beautiful eyelashes.
No civilized man could escape her eyes;
dazzling ideas of ticker tape streams,
fantastical voyages beyond their dreams.
To touch her skin,
akin to biting a poisonous apple, there was no way to avoid her enchantment.