She Was Born Into a Poem

Long hair likes branches of willow And pink face likes peach blossom Eyes are crystal clear with rhythm Breath is a breeze, Soft and warm A murmuring stream Heart infiltrating She's in front of me now Akin to the spring ... I forgot I have anything to say For me, could this peacefully stay ... Akin to the poem I am reading Telling the beauty of our meeting More, the significance of lives You, I and the scene facing