She's burning the cigarettes
Smoking one too many tabs
Clasping her lips lightly
As if taking care of the flab

She has her spirit visibly loud
Walking down on the street
Flaunting her grey jacket and orange nikes
Crafting a steady smile sweet

There's a strangeness in her love
Passion that blooms through contagious
My mind in awe of her art
Worshiping the physique tenacious

Portuguese like Diamond
Her composition rhetorical
Mysterious in nature, living as she wills
To know her is to own a coracle