She is like the wind,
meant to be free
She is a wild animal,
not meant to be tamed.
She is a diamond, hidden in coal;
unique in her own equality.
She though so wise,
is a playful little girl,
caged in the body of a woman.
She is not an object;
objects come with instructions,
she is not easily understood.
Mystery is her favorite game.
She lives to laugh and laughs to live;
but a mask she wears to hide her past.
Mysterious beauty open your eyes,
wake from your slumber and you will see,
you and me darling,
we're meant to be.