Her accidental beauty,
A cacophony stood still,
A sapling in spring
Unaware of the sun.
A blooming bud
Awash with light,
Looking to the saddened sky
And catching an April tear.
Her lips two dawns,
One lighting the day,
The other hidden soft
Under a nervous bite.
Her darting eyes,
Unintentionally coy
As birds stop to hover
And angels combine.
Her accidental beauty,
A riot swept aside,
A breeze as sweet as the sugar
Fermenting as heavens collide.