She, with the soft warm eyes like chestnuts roasting above an open flame
She, who beckons at me from across the room to share her past memories and present realizations with
She, with a voice that can articulate a wide array of notes enabling a sound of beauty to permeate any room
She, who rides a galloping stallion with the demeanor and poise of an empress from a pristine monarchy
She, with a laugh so joyous it can brighten the sun giving it an iridescent ocher hue
She, who listens when I need an ear of empathy word of sympathy or touch or reality
She, with the long wavy hair that is dark as coffee yet rich as cacao
She, who can play an installment with steady hands and confidant exhalations
She, with a smile sweeter than the very first rosebud blooming in Aprils wake
She, who holds herself with the confidence to follow her deepest passion no matter the unsuitable condition of the rode
She, with a muscular form, small but mighty, flexible yet swift prepared to express her identity through physical exertion
She, who excepts my faults, my love, my friendship and the entirety of my identity without a second thought
She, with a place forever in my heart, and a navy string bracelet forever wrapped around my left wrist
