Two Streaks....

I had never seen such a beautiful sight,
The water was black and the surroundings white,
The flow so silky and the cascade so bright,
No it wasn’t a waterfall, but her hair so light.

Two streaks coming over her face,
Was like a stream of cloud over space,
Or was I lost in that lovely entangled maze?
It was nothing less than a princess’ grace.

The locks running over her cheeks,
Seemed like river flowing out of creeks,
Or was I mistaken in my judgement?
It was the sea of hopes desiring to unleash.

She played with it like a child uncared,
Her fingers fiddling with it, completely unaware
That the world around her is beautiful,
But not more than the two streaks of her hair.