She

Her gypsy eyes tame me in an instant,
Brilliant and soul bearing, they know no end,
Her wispy locks of sweet blonde,
Trail her face,
Brushing smooth skin of porcelain,
Her smile like a dawn chorus,
Of dew and birdsong,
Warm and enduring, my stone face cracks again.
Her heart with all the stars encapsulated,
Beating perfection through her veins,
So she can light me up,
With just one bat of an eyelid,
One flick of her hair,
One smile of an angel,
And with that she laughs,
I bloom inside.