"She"
Sometimes she curls her hair, Other times she braids it in pair.
Sometimes she let it fall with no care.
But still, she looks so fair.
Her spirit is as tough as a wall,
It does not easily fall.
Her confidence is so tall,
As high as the Philadelphia City hall.
Happy and carefree is what shows in her shell.
But you'll see them in her eyes, the feelings she refuses to tell. She will laugh and dance, even though she is not well.
That's how tough and toughtful she is, your bonnie belle.
She is always mistaken,
Known by the people as a silly maiden.
But they are the ones who are rotten,
Because you know everything about her that is hidden.
She is the definition of picturesque in every way
When she's around it seems like there's no gloomy day.
For in your sight she is a blooming flower of May.
She will never dry, no dear, not in a way.
She is the beauty amongst the beasts,
Soft palm amongst the hard fists.
She's the green grass loved by the mist
Or the promise of true love's kiss.
If in your bed she is whom you're going to wake up with,
You know that you'll never want to get out of it.
Each of her fingers trapped inside yours wonderfully fits.
You'll never want to let go even if the last clock ticks.
You love her, you fear her. Nothing matters except her. The way you look at her promises an infinite forever.
In the pain, she is the silver lining.
In the dark, she is the candle burning.
On the cake, she is she sweetest icing.
And in the night sky, she is the star that is brightly shining.
Every girl every woman every lady.
That is she
