Love Is Braided in Her Hair

            Love is braided in her hair,
            a copper ribbon blowing
            golden in the sun,
            silvering at the seams
            where light meets air,
            blowing the sun across the love
            braided in her hair.
            
            Love is painted on her eyes,
            a blue ocean folding
            twilight in the mist,
            dawning on the waves
            where day meets night,
            folding the mist into the love
            painted on her eyes.
            
            Love is polished on her lips,
            a red blossom draping
            sunrise in the field,
            gilding on the wheat
            where ripe meets rest,
            draping the field onto the love
            polished on her lips.