Chapter 33 - Sonnet Part 6

That silver hair just takes my breath away

An acquired taste, it's hard not to stare.

Each silver strand laced a different way

No one can compare with that silver hair

Makeup meant to cover your gorgeous face

But your beauty has no flaws to cover

Excellence found in different ways, laced

Lines and colors, abstract undercover

I can see silver linings, abstract art

Those lips, a taste I have only dreamt of

The magnificent taste of human art 

This letter of love, delivered by dove

Doves soaring through abstract lines and colors

One day we will meet, but not as lovers.