One might say
As you look into the intertwined arms of her forest
You'd feel a sense of duty and pride
You'd feel the burning desire
Consuming you yet leaving you dry
You might even say her presence alone makes spirits quiver
Such a rare sight
Rare beauty
She is quite sexy on her own
Something to behold
She is queer
But not as in sexuality
But as in weird
You don't see lot of her
For she is a gift
Born into souls of outcasts
She shines among them
Her loyalty and devotion is the strongest you'll find
For she creativity of the mind
