The Girl with Pebbles by the Wishing Well

Eyes made of sapphire
Her heart is on fire
If only lips have wings
Kisses of brilliant things

Silky black hair cascading
Like a waterfall splashing
Float and soar as if autumn leaves
Wondrous winds in which she believes

Tiny feet but could walk countless miles
Behind the pain and the tears are smiles
Her enthralling face in the sky is art!
The distance is keeping lovers apart!

She whispers wishes as she throws the pebbles
Into the brick well softly whistling kettles

Note:
A sonnet that follows the syllabic pattern 5-5,6-6 7-7,8-8 9-9,10-10 11-11

illustration by LoveKat