Beauty was the only thing simple about her,
for she was quite simply... Beautiful.
Her voice was a 1,000 years of happiness:
her tongue one precise moment of glory.

The sun melted into her skin like frost
on a late spring day,
as she napped like a cat;
feral in her beauty, wild in her heart.

She buried her dreams deep in the moonlight.
No one could steal them there,
but all her friends wondered
why she always lost herself in the stars.