She’s graceful as the wind,
Powerful like a storm,
Calm as a peaceful current.
She’s a beauty amongst the eyes,
a careless whisper throughout the night.
She’s the speck of sunshine and a magnitude of destruction.
She is fierce, she is wild, she is the woman we grow up to be.
“She’s the language of love,
an open flower in her garden of grace,
She brightened the sky with her luminous colours and calming demeanour,
she’s the langauge of love,
a beauty that brightens any dark sky.-bbw”
Her mind was lost in the wind, a chaotic soul tangled in her desires. The colour of the world dressed by her beautiful mind. She longed for more than city highs and long days, she wanted a world where the wind was her music and the woods were her friends.