Mask her Pink

She was like an oncoming spring,

Beautiful meadows of carnations,

Cheeks blushed cherry blossom, 

Lips blowing bubblegum.

Twinkling, playful eyes

adorned with Magenta lens 

Underlined with something predatory

As she gazed across the fence

Her will, stronger than iron,

Her eyes shone with love.

For her family, her friends 

Feminine as Aphrodite’s dove.

Her love is as fierce as her will.

Her eyes, like a ship about to sink

Beloved and cherished by all

They all Mask her Pink.