Miss Survivor

She,

She's an angel,

A beautiful survivor.

She plays with fire

Just by being the water.

She goes around,

Looking for broken pieces.

And joins them up, giving

It to those who are yet to fix it.

She laughs a lot for silly things,

Queen of hearts; she needs no silly king.

She senses their emotions with ease,

Blends them into a whole new piece.

She has struggled for so long, right from the start,

Yet she chooses to stay unshaken, just like her heart.

She goes on with her goodwill, shedding some light;

A beautifully broken angel, she is her own knight.