Hair tickles my face

[ThreeStandsOdd]

Hair tickles my face
(separate strands brush my face)
A blonde design with burgundy hues
Wrapped up loose, around and through.
Bowed out, tied up intricately
Raveled inside out, twisting, towards me.
Pouring outwards, then growing together,
A golden, silken, flower of the heavens
(holding an entire world of emotion
in her face, an entire gallery of paintings
in her eyes) her hair is the rain,
Every droplet a petal.
Sadly, this, but only a picture of a second,
Or very much less than, is not,
Nor will any other description be,
Even close to a glimpse of her true beauty.
Separate strands brush my face
(warm skin tickled with soft embrace)
ThreeStandsOdd