Her face was full of complexion, while mine was so bland.

Her lips—a vibrant blush of cardinal rose

With gentle lilacs and luminous blues that lay upon her cheeks, while mine

were dusky shades of lead.

Her eyelashes were dainty and elegant,

like the glandular hairs of small sundrops:

flourishing Pigments of shallow purple pinks.

Her hair fell softly against the pastel of her cheek

I could see her effervescence through radiant colors

That weren’t like me.