Her heart is hidden behind vines of ivy.
She is guarded, and protective of her thoughts.
A crafted burglar could not break into the solace of her mind.
She is humble, modest and timid by nature.
Like a box, once opened she is loud, outspoken, and wild.
She is beloved by all who know her.
She absorbs more than it seems, and feels deeply.
Her hope is as strong as a lion, when she desires something greatly.
She is genuine and pure.
Delicate like a rose’s petals,
Secretive like buried treasure,
Kindled like a burning fire.
She is independent.
She is beautiful.