Damask

Her bright cheeks,
Were stately cold,
My hand young,
Hers far too old,
Raven hair mine,
Matched my gown,
A snow pierced mantle,
Covered her crown,
I was night,
She was day at dawn,
I saw all,
She looked blind as fawn,
We held hand,
And we walked our way,
I left for the past,
She came for today.