My Bonnie Lass

This is a poem I made for my 7th grade poem book.

My true love was a bonnie lass,
A beauty untamed no mere rose could surpass.
Her spirit shown in her eyes deep brown,
Her ebony mane was her glorious crown.
Her skin was fair and creamy as milk,
It was soft and smooth like the finest spun silk.
Her temper would flare, and then it was over,
My bonnie lass was my only lover.
My bonnie lass saved my life with her own,
My bonnie lass, what true love she has shown.