Her…the world.

There is something about her,

Something that only I see.

She is the world,

As much as one can be.

Her smile is as the ocean,

So wide and clear,

Her heart as the fields,

Open far and near.

She is subtle,

In her manner and poise,

she is quiet, unassuming,

Yet full of sweet noise.

She is hard and soft,

Confused, but sane,

Your heart simply breaks,

When she is in pain.

She is the world,

From what I see,

For the world is

Always spinning and free.


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