She spoke her words with passion.
Wrote them with desire.
And breathed life into them with dignity.
Beautifully crafted, far from perfection, yet nearly close enough to reach for the twinkling stars, from the gutters.
Her heart still believed in the good and wholesome, without the blanket of evil sent to smolder her pure and rich flames.
She was a force. God's gift to the world.
A human entity of angelic proportions.
To bless this Earth with such dazzling beauty, talent, and charm was amost a waste.
And the more precious his gifts, the sooner God wanted them back.
