Among many she has the capacity to speak her mind, when time dictated that love no longer exists in this cruel world, she still loves me and found love for herself all the same.

I see endless passion and care on what many see on her as rage and distress, her words seems to sting more than the hottest deserts or the coldest tundras, but beneath those words is a slice of wisdom, experience but most importantly reality.

I feel the tender grips of fear in her every embrace, each pounding beat of hear hearts speaks a message that says, never lose yourself.

Among many she is a one of a kind, many see her as a supernova of emotions, a volcano ready to blow, she may be those things to other people

But to me she is the star that guides me in my blackest night
She is the wonder many may not notice but is there ever so present among the background.

To me she will always be that angel that praises no hypocrisy, instead of wearing white ***** wings and horned halos, she wears the color black cleanly, displaying an aura of truth.

Among many she may be of no importance, but to this broken jigsaw puzzle she will always be one that completes a part of me.