LOVE Poem: The Blacksmith, by Angelina Hong

Her flesh was made of pure gold
He placed amethysts in her eyes
Turquoise on each fingertip
Day and night
Wary not to miss a single detail

Beauty did not come without a cost
A basket of discarded hearts
His and their tears
Day and night
She was now all that remained

They all were fools, they would not believe, no point in telling them
The misunderstood artist, an enlightened romantic
Every glimmer and every gaze, perfection
Day and night
He is hers