She

The other day I saw this girl I once knew. She had velvety green eyes that touch hazel from just a turn of her cheek, and a smile that new no pain. And i remembered that I had loved her. And god herself could not wail no new lies to trade the tired wanderers , as she began to speak. And i listened.
The words peirced my skin like a sword in battle, as they rained of fire neath
the village trees ,while the captives fled through culverts built by tears.
And I remembered that i had loved her.
She of endless bueaty and of love divine.
I fell asleep in her soul that night remembering that i love her...