She has eyes that can see the good or the evil in people.

They are so intense they look into your very soul.

Her emotions are like a raging Storm That Never Calms.

Her heart is made out of gold.

She's sweet and loving when she wants to be but it's so hard to find her heart she locked it away.  

Like a hidden treasure buried on a Mysterious Island.

She speaks in rhyme because poetry is her true language.

Her hair as black as night. Her eyes are as green as the forest, her lips are shaped like a little heart, beautiful and soft to the touch.

And she can say a thousand word's with just one glance.

And her wild emotion's are controlled by the moon like it control's the tide's.

She wears her heart on her sleeve's so she's easily hurt.

And she could feel the world's emotions with her soul that shines so bright. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale