Her skin was as soft as lavender,
Her lips as soft as the purest of silk.
Her eyes resembled a dark oak tree, Waiting to share its wisdom with the soil That surrounded it.
Her warmth radiated off as if she were The fire one needed on a cold winter's day.
And her hands, oh, her hands, how they Searched desperately for love.
Her heart was full,
Full of life, full of love, and filled with laughter,
Only I was the only one able to see it.
When I found her, her heart was shattered.
Broken in to millions of pieces, I realized my purpose.
I realized that I lived for her.
I realized that I lived to put her heart back together, to show her the way.
This became my drive.
She, she became my motivation, my inspiration, and my reason to push through this hellhole I like to call life.
Her soul was as deep as the Pacific, and as wide as the Savanna.
It held so many complex desires, but was chained to the floor boards of her tiny little room filled with tiny little memories.
She craved love and lust, and all she wanted was to be wanted.
She wanted to travel the world.
She wanted to sing and dance and be with people that loved her just as much as she loved them.
She wanted to live.
She had beliefs, and passions.
She believed in a higher power, a God that she could send prayers to when nobody else was there.
She went to church every Sunday, and Lord did she sing.
When she sang, it was as if an Angel took part of her soul.
She sang to please, though, only herself.
She did not see herself as talented, or beautiful, or kind.
When she looked in the mirror, all she saw was a pile of bad memories and mistakes that she would never be able to fix.
At night, she contemplated the benefits of fighting.
She sat on her bed, a bottle of pills in one hand, and a phone in the other.
The only thing stopping her was the calming little voice that lie on the other end.
Tears were shed, but she woke up every morning ready for whatever battle she would have to fight that day.
She was, and is broken.
She will one day be happy, and that's all I can ever hope for.
She is a Warrior, and I live for her.
