She draws her lines in mute compare,
From here, from there, from everywhere.
And weaves from them a melody,
Of verse and rhyme in rhapsody.
Circles jewels in worded orbits
Starlet filled with garland couplets.
Singing her song into the throng,
And lays the notes where they belong.
She strums the good, mellows the bad
And turns your mind away from sad.
Tranquilizing in her display,
Waving magic in words bouquet.
A heart that's lived enough to give.
A soul, opened and positive.
A breath of spring that whispers love,
Belief in God, that waits above.
She is to me my psyche view,
The one that I'm in full pursue.