Serendipity is a wonderful girl
A poet, to say the least  

Real crazy about music
Losing her mind, slipping through celestial pole
As she jumps and dance, out of control

Stopping to breath in the Garden
She giggled together with a choir of birds

Then colored some stones
Gift to a soul mate, as her love scatter
Breathing in soul to a raw matter

Ethereal smells are being woven
Voodoo magic in the kitchen

Ice is melting faster underneath her fingers
Her words are fluffy like summer clouds after rain
When sun is out again

Graceful like a wild cat
Able to read hidden emotions and secret sings

Those eyes deep like Congo River
Her laughter is a contagious swirl
Mind like Mother of Pearl