Love and infatuation

If poetry described my lover

She had curves like even if my hands were made from Michelin they couldn't hug them .. she had hands soft like coco butter but mine callused and sand papered to the bone my hands .. my hands were to unworthy to rub them .. she had eyes that pierced souls like Cartilage but my existence must've had a case of the drops because my existence couldn't catch them ..  She had a troubled past with love but so have I .. we both sat side by side on that roller coaster that seemed like it would never end .. we both witnessed that irony of love breaking when it told us it would only bend .. we both seen love turn left off into a pit of the end .. we both seen love turn right into a dead end even when it told us it would never .. but she .. she was love and she was clever .. when she had her downs it only made her ups 10 times better .. She would cry and cry but her pillow case didn't get any wetter .. When she was happy that's all it was .. She had hair long that flew in the wind free like a dove .. she had and aura an aroma she was fresh like a brand new bar of dove .. She was love .. And she was everything .. my everything