She’s the one

Don’t go by that, fragile frail look

Her raging fire, can get you cooked

Restless, impulsive always on the edge

Just on an urge, she can fly anywhere

She’s wild and raw like a jagged mountain

Ooze grace and charm and elegance

She can rain heavy fire, or go in a shell

Yet melt in my arms, when I hold her near

She’ll pour her mind in a tender mood

Talk about pain, her hurts and dreams

When she smiles, everything melts

Everything around, gets lost in a haze

Though have to keep up

With her ever changing moods

A lot of hard work, it does entail

But then she’s the one, she’s pure magic

Who’ll snore in my arms

And I hear music