Quiet lines define her face, Soft edges - the limits of beauty. Within those boundaries, A whisper of perfection, A hushed light.
Yet beyond her features, She is strong, A simple straightforward confidence, Unquestionable, firm, Yet somehow soft.
I tried, once again, to forget her, To ignore the buzz in my chest, To put her aside and walk alone, But our paths cross again and again, And I am no longer able to resist.
We bicker and tease, And we've learnt where the line lies, And how to cross it. But somehow, we grew closer, By falling apart.
Her smile, her laugh, Pure joy melting across her lips, My ears will never know, My eyes will never see, Brighter.
Unless our hands fit together, And my smile joins hers