Unique

Her face, a magic picture,
from a fairytale so old.
Her eyes, the meaning of life;
something too great to behold.

Her hair is long, and prismatic,
her body, long and thin,
with dainty features everywhere,
A rose outside and in.

she sways and dances flowingly
with winds of change and rest.
she knows nothing about me,
yet she knows me well; and best.

breathe the breath of harmony,
upon my withered world.
share the veil of peace with me.
you small mystical girl.

she cries of ail and anguish,
of the suffering she bears.
yet sings of cloying joyfullness,
with notes spun out of air.

the songs she sing, so timely,
with a magical accent,
make hearts die of realization,
Seeing the time they 'spent'.

She carves the deep impressions,
into one's small weary heart.
It helps them heal, and helps them feel,
She helps those dead, restart.

she's everything around me,
and she's everything i seek.
She's something deep inside of me,
that makes me ME; unique.