My Remix Of Words

She

She is a girl,
A girl one in a million,
A girl very unusual.
A girl with a sense of humour,
A girl who is pretty witty.
She is everything you can think of.
Unfortunately, she lacks one quality,
She is just not normal.

She is attractive,
You just can't resist to love her.
Unaware of,
She possess a unique internal beauty.
Someone tell her,
Blue diamonds are the rarest.

The good thing is,
I know her.
It feels bad when i hurt her,
It feels worse when she gets hurt by someone else.

Her voice is a melody,
Everytime i hear it,
I make a new memory.
The dictionary, might have a million words,
But, when it comes to her,
It is a scarce resource.

That smile is happiness,
That sad face, is a matter of worry.
She is so loveable, you cannot fight her.
She is so perfect, you cannot let her go.
She is a treasure,
Which even the pirates find hard to discover.
She is a mystery,
Which even Sherlock Holmes cannot unravel.

They ask me everytime,
Who is she??
I always have the same response,
She is She!

Story behind "She"
She is not an angel, a celebrity or some famous personality, she is just a normal girl who has a normal life. I wrote this poem not to impress the love of my life or anything like that but i wrote it because i wanted her to know about herself. I wanted her to know that she is also special, she also has some unique features which no one else possess. Although, yes, it is true that while writing it i could imagine that one particular girl in my life.

One day, i was browsing through the pictures in my laptop and my eyes got stuck on a face which i might have seen a million times in my life but it didn't looked so beautiful to me before. It was an exotic moment. Later on, while i was carrying on with my daily chores i could not get that face, those expressions, that smile, those beautiful past moments out of my mind. They were continuously revolving in my head. Fortunately, few hours after, someway or the other i met her in real. And, friends, believe me, there exists no materialistic luxury in the whole universe which could compete that extremely ecstatic moment. It was just wonderful.

Here, i am running out of words to describe what i have in mind, how i felt, how lovely that moment was. Although, an interesting fact that i want you all to know about "she" is that, i started writing she in context of a particular girl but later it turned out to be genric in nature.
This poem goes out to every girl out there who feels disheartened, unimportant, who have lost faith in themselves, who have no hope left. It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, what matters is, how you behave, how do you respond to the toughest situations of life. No one can be similar to another, there are some unique features which only a particular person possess exclusively, instead of regretting or ignoring them, we should accept them, respect them and put them into best use.

P.S. Prettiness is perishable, beauty is eternal.