She

She is like something God painted,
like He couldn't risk it, so He reached down from heaven.
Time changed when I saw her,
It now was time before her and every moment since.
The sad part is that she will always escape me,
like a moment your can't change, but wish with all your might you could.
Tears fall, yet she eludes me.
No embrace for comfort.
She clings to solitude.
Her beauty still shines through.
Always ever like something God painted.