Touch

Dear no one,
Make two get done,
Ice cone touch no code,
Hands cold but still a soft touch,
She is a catch,
Glad it is bright not dark,
I see her pretty face glad it is day,
I could have seen her figure in the light of the night,
She is a black angel,
My god!she is a drawn art,
Her shadow under the midday sun is so accurate,
I can truncate a sculpture of her,
Beholder of beauty and kind heart,
She is not different but a type of her own kind.

Omoshthepoet.