I hadn't told them about you. But they saw you smiling in my eyes. I hadn't told them about you but they heard you in the words I speak. I hadn't told them about you but they read you in the words I write. I hadn't told them about you but they sniffed your perfume in my existence. I hadn't told them about you but they saw your reflection in my soul.So hear me O' mighty Hear me tell the world of her beauty She is soft, subtle like the calm waters of the lake. Her heart precious and one of a kind. The eyes whose warmth feels like a caress on the skins of people who she loves.
But it is just another shade of her. She is all knowing not naive. She is raw and fierce. You cannot calm the ire in her veins, the storm having the potential to shake all the foundations. Her spirit is unbreakable and not willing to be tamed.
The flames of the fire in her soul fueling her passion unable to be stifled.
She could breathe fire when needed and be soft and caressing as a melody at other times.
She knows there is a place for unveiling parts of herself and she does accordingly.
But it is just another shade of her. She is all knowing not naive. She is raw and fierce. You cannot calm the ire in her veins, the storm having the potential to shake all the foundations. Her spirit is unbreakable and not willing to be tamed.
The flames of the fire in her soul fueling her passion unable to be stifled.
She could breathe fire when needed and be soft and caressing as a melody at other times.
She knows there is a place for unveiling parts of herself and she does accordingly.
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