Her black flaxen hair flew in the air.
Her ocean blue eyes made the sun rise.
Her light fair skin like a cold stones rim.
Her apple breast round and large.
Her body shaped as an hourglass.
Her wedding dress is ripped and torn something she has wished she never of worn.
She is at least 16 a year is to give or take.
Her body looked as if in the oven she baked.
The fire had killed her to end the hearts wound.
Because she was never cared about by you.