Somewhere in her soul,
rests a beautiful spirit,
untamed but decisive,
careless and free.

Which in return,
the most beautiful thing I've seen,
when morning permits us,
to bond and break free.

To the bright coffee sunshine,
opens an array of opportunities.
to be a blessing to me,
to the world and to everyone.

I may be amazed
on how nature battles with her,
how she paved way,
for happiness to come in,

How she makes and finds issues,
when I found her laugh as medicine.
How she keep those rare values,
just when in others can't be seen

Somewhere in her soul,
are the proving grounds and happy days.
I am in love;
to her spirit and all of her ways