Her deep dark eyes are a boundless pools of profound thought,
silently damning away of all that makes her golden spirit swell,
lips of lightning able to strike when needed,
but a heart rich in the purest flow of love.
So far within she knows all of luna's midnight secrets
having visited where all minds go in the middle of the night
and felt the full moon magic wash over the blackness,
mixing its brew of visions and desires.
In the mirror she bravely faces
all the reality that a gaze can expose,
before her orbs that never veil the truth.
Iron masks her necessary composure,
strength of will radiates its defiant shield,
covering that delicate glass aura of quintessence
so easily shattered
because it is composed of the winds from dreams.
Which she lets blow across her stirring stanzas,
spilling all the metaphor messages in their golden elegance,
while facing life and always seeking sunshine,
ever prepared for another war of trials,
on the outside bearing the world with fangs when needed,
inner life a tender leaf only wanting to be watered
from cupid's ladle.
Morning reflection confessional
brings her to another soliloquy of questions
exhaling the residue of storms,
reaching for the wings in her poet's feathers
to fly away to realms that make sense.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
awww papa, this is so beautiful *hugs* you shouldnt have wrote something so sweet for me, its abs beautiful and i love it soooo much *huggels*
can't wait to read 
