imagine a woman, sturdy and proud
not sturdy in the sense that she is heavy,
but more like well-established and strong;
sturdy like the ever-twisting trunk of the most beautiful tree,
growing and stretching its branches freely,
doing nothing other than reflecting, so brightly,
the warmth that she receives
and her leaves!
do not get me started..
she is proud, not in the sense that she is overbearing,
but in a way that makes everyone around her begin caring
she doesn't need anyone who doesn't need her
this makes her sound snobbish, but i assure you she is not
much like the tree, she can shed dried, dead leaves
just as easily as she can sprout fragrant blossoms
her hair is thick, purple, brown, blonde, ever-changing
like each of the tree's curling roots, but not at all mangy,
and her smile is incomparable to any part of any tree
for there are glistening white pearls in place of her teeth
with warm chestnut eyes and the voice of a lark,
she is the blazing flame to my sputtering spark
she wants to save my world,
so of course, i will let her
i'll carve our names into the wood,
and i'll never forget her