Before her scar
She was fundamental.
She was a comrade. love,
Commitment, under
Her command. A comrade
Yet so fragile like
China plate. She wore the most
Expensive Flowing Purple garment.
Such a sight to behold. She's was royalty.
She'd let us wear this garment. Her scent
Uniquely Unquestionable filled the
Air in Which she existed. She a melancholy
Poet, She wasn't drama. An epitome of beauty.
An offspring of moments,
Sometimes taking ages to come into
Existence..She was rare.
The feeling she gave was mysterious
Once established. Our soul entangled while
At her Alter. In her presence
Words Never existed. ****** expressions
And there was an understanding.