Bus stop

Curly brown hair
her eyes,
how they hug me and hold me close
her rose like, red cheeks
nay from the cold but from beauty

Amazon in nature,
tall and strong
built like the mountains
a warrior, a fighter
but she fights the ones who wants to love
and she is left
waiting.

Elegance, beauty
draped with fur
features so perfect
so flawless alike
but covering her face from others.