Perfect Silhouette

She was the poem I always wanted to express The perfect amount of words Never too excess So filtered with unrest Captured hearts & wanted for theft The soft sound of whispers Occured under her breath The Rumbles of thunder Was heard in the west She swore to never love another Her Amore tore into her chest She paused like a stutter When she heard his first step He was tall & under cover Marked with claws of Regret He would not fall for another Lover Until he saw her he wept They were meant for each other So in love with intent No time to recover They had already met Rainbows saw with every color On the walls of their silhouette