She's got soul
And debonair
A flow to her walk, and a rhythm to her personality.
She can be cold, but still care.
She's smooth and refined
Indulgent like a well made wine
A queen in commoners clothes
Bringing light wherever she goes
She's a little loud at times
And she doesn't often speak in rhyme
But we encountered each other right on time
She changed my life, that's why I wrote these lines
Spoken word maybe?