Come and ShineWhen mother asked where,
She was as pure as snow,
and delicate and warm
as the Easter bunny.
"I am not made of chocolate," she said,
"but you couldn't tell the difference."
And as she walked wherever,
she shed her peels, her nourishing peels,
and remained a naked portrait,
one step away from being real.
"It is the passing of the seasons,
all these non senses,"
she said and fainted in my bed.
Now I look to the sky
to see her at night.
Her glamour will never disappoint,
She is as devastating as Spring,
and naturally so,
though if it wasn't for her fainting,
I probably wouldn't have noticed.