Laughter, I could hear it through the phone and could listen for hours
A smiling face , one that would make me smile whenever I would see it
Such a way with words, just a whisper of a command and I would surely fall to her feet
An old soul in your eyes, and you would see the world in ways that amaze me
Flirty and bright, you left me in the dust with jokes and witty retort
Intriguing and shy, but never afraid to carve your own path with your personal style
So many things and so many different types of  beauty and grace
But how to describe me?
For a writer possesses it muses guise and is never the same twice
Am I witty and comfortable
I suppose I could say I am observant and a ear to listen to the woes
Or am I closer to laidback and rude enough to make a grandma blush?
But tis no fret
I see beauty in all
To walk in another's shoes is a breath of life in the line of imagination
One day I can be the warrior willing to sacrifice all
The next I can be sinner punishing thyself more then any could do to him
Or a parent watching their child grow older learning more about yourself in your little one
Writing is my soul … no need to be good at it
No need to be the best among my many faces
I am a blank page, so write as you will my story
But in my hand and head, I see beauty, hate, and much more
Although it might drive me crazy, I love it to the very fault
For she is humorous with eyes as deep as lakes and speaks with words that make me weep with sorrow or die over again with joy