Leftovers

The person

She is the beautiful, big sunflower in my small, back yard,
She is a careful mother watching over her small children,
She is a warm sun in the cold winter when you're in need of the warmth,
She is a soft, giant armchair close to the open fire when the window is opened.

She is a funny comedy played at the cinema on Saturday evening,
She is an energetic butterfly flying through the heavens,
She is a soft yellow, small car driving on the long highway,
She is a kind, big, old tree caring for her enormous jungle.

She is the elegant gazelle grazing on the gigantic savannah at sunrise,
She is a warm, small pendant given as a sweet wedding present,
She is a cute young puppy watching you with her big, brown, beautiful eyes,
She is a calm, warm, summer evening with a beautiful sunset.

She is a passionate, giant fire burning all the wood she can possibly find,
Her amazing voice is a soft, warm cello playing a duet alone,
She is a little, bright light in the obscurity of the endless night,
She is the happy dragonfly flying through her amazing life and enjoying the warm sun.

She is, the person I've never met