Her
Her
She slips in the shadows too dark for her light aura
In the wings waiting for you to liberate her
From the cage that she has built for herself through sage and dark hearth
She has an odd lightness about her that draws you
To her like a moth to the scalding fire
She lies amidst the thorns the meanest of which
Prick your very heart and soul
And yet, You stay.What is it that draws you...
Is it the fact that when she laughs the bells ring
Or that when she smiles the earth seems beautiful
Perhaps that when you are with her you try
To make her understand what has ever happened in your life
To show her what makes you you.
She is beautiful in a way no one ever can be
In a way that she will give herself to help you
Because at times when she is silent and her charm speak is no longer washing over you
You long for her to bewitch you again
She is on your mind in a way no one ever has been
Like a damaged chipped person inherently flawed
Yet you can't see beyond those mesmerizing eyes
Lighting up her heart with an unheard music
That echoes right deep into your soul
You will never find another like her you know
You don't want to meet another like her
She is somebody who has changed you in ways you hadn't thought possible
She is beauty She is light She is wonderful If you give her the chance to be.