She was wonderfully and beautifuly made.
With a smile that made you stare in awe,
a body that made you commit to a double-take.
She was kind hearted. Everything she did was selfless.
But through her eyes you could see everything.
What she was thinking, how she was thinking it.
And above everything else,
you could see the pain.
Her eyes were broken windows that were full of sorrow and grief.
Her eyes so closely resembled her soul.
