I knew a girl; but not just any girl.
Her story was more intriguing than any fairytale,
Her worth far above rubies and pearls,
Her strength far more powerful than 100 soldiers,
Her beauty far more radiant than a dozen fresh roses,
Her love far greater than the tenderness of a caring friend,
Her dreams far more valuable than all the gold in the world,
but her emotions she kept hidden.
Afraid to let her guard down, for she was a rock to those around her.
To many she was a mystery, a spectacular puzzle of a person.
I still hear her laugh.
Rest in Paradise, sweet sister.