So sweet, So beautiful,

The world awaiting her embrace,

A move is all it took,

With all her women’s grace.

Reminds me of a caring figure,

A special person in my heart,

The imprints would still remain,

Though soon we shall part.’

Looking out of the window,

I wonder what she sees,

Is it the same as I belive,

What she makes out of a tree.

Like a baby she sees,

Without any fear or regret,

What makes her so special,

Is a safe hidden secret.

I do sense some sadness,

Some impressions left on her heart,

Who knows if she was too,

Scarred in a war.

Why am I writing this poem,

This surely ain’t a dedication,

For here goes nothing ‘cause she is special,

Just a deep inspiration.

Out of words I’m not,

There is a lot which can be said,

for such a sweet jane,

Is surely heaven made.