Poems From The Heart

Fighting Spirit!

An ever ready mouth, just waiting for battle
You better hide, she can slaughter like cattle
A heart made of stone, or so we think
Whatever you want, is in your hand, before you blink

She will fight for you, who owns her stone heart
When you're in trouble, she will never from your side part
The youngest in age, the oldest in mind
There isn't another, she's one of a kind

Fiesty and wicked she certainly can be
May have been a blabbermouth, you see
When she was younger and mischievous indeed
Now, a secret she will keep and only talk, when in need.

Hides her pain with a strong will
Most definitely a daughter of Vil
Share the burden oh sister of mine
I will try to keep, the rest in line

A fighting spirit she definitely is
A fighter through and through, this miss
A fighter to the very end
Nothing will change, nor will she bend
I can't think of another in my corner
Except for you, it is an honor!

For Pree