Before you even meet her,
    you know she's different.
You see it in her name, her eyes;
    the way she walks.
She carries confidence on her shoulders,
    a song in her hips
to which she'll always stay on beat
    with.

Her eyes will remind you of the Earth,
    with wings "so sharp they could **** a man".
Her will is as strong as her hands,
    for they have held so much pain,
but yet have mended everyone but
        herself.

You can never get enough of her.
   She's like a song you play on
repeat and never get tired of,
   if you have good taste in
           music.

She's either your best friend or a
   stranger,
and though she's an open book,
   only a few can read
between the lines.