I do what the teacher says:
make people that I know or once knew
into these groups and describe them.

So I sort them into said groups:
broken, struggling, abusers...
and I stumble onto one person.

The one person could fit into one group
or another, but they seem too good for that,
too pure for struggling, too beautiful for family...

So I do the unthinkable:
her.
I write it on the paper in a different color than the others.

I find myself sighing at the thought
and a smile grows upon my lips
as her brown eyes pop into my head

I can see her clearly, with her pale
skin and her head tilting in wonder;
how I wish I could see her once more...

She is too good for any other category,
and for one moment, I seem to get caught
Off guard with the emotions.

Her.
I love...
Her.