She was a heart full of joy
A stream of love and purity
A cold breeze for a sunny day
A shadow for the bright lights,
Precious as a rare stone in a desert,
She was everything that a heart can ask for,
beautiful to touch,
charismatic to every soul around,
A smile to die for,
She was like a beautiful painting in a museum that you can stare at for hours,
but never claim,
she is there,
so are we,
she was once mine,
but now she’s not.
i still owe my everything to her.