There was this girl I have
known of from the very start.
With thoughts and feelings I
have known by heart.

She's no princess and
wears no crown.
But she wears a smile and often than rare,
she casts a frown.

A cool yet unfashionable lass;
brilliant yet fool, how did she ever pass.
She's crazy yet sane, calm and reckless;
and more often than always, she is a damsel in distress.

She follows the wind
and takes every chance.
Like the daffodils in the meadows
that sway and dance.

She falls in love with the universe
and everything in it that confine.
Like the stars in the night
that twinkle and shine.

She is so broken yet complete.
She is so fragile but never delicate.

She is so Me.