She tiptoed into my life,
Her aura gleaming,
A bright red,
There was a hint of pink and some of blue.
It was scattered all around,
Strong and fully formed.
I could feel it reach me across the room.
It wrapped around me, warm and comforting.
It could soothe my pulse and race it, all at once.
She bestowed upon me a hint of joy,
Her eyes glistened with Felicity,
Something about her smile, I felt, reflected pain,
There settled sore and long covered wounds.
She laughed, often, and everytime she would, it cracked in the middle and anguishment seeped through it.
The warmth that she could spread
Was from the burns that had etched beneath her skin.