She is a never-ending story,

A tale of fantasies and glories,

The power to seduce your mind and body at will,

For a moment not, will your heart stand still,

 

She is sunshine and the stars,

Makes you feel like home is not too far,

An exotic flower with undeniable splendor,

Which blooms in a shower of love and care so tender,

 

She is to be held close through day and night,

To be fought for with all of one’s might,

But if you are to lose her, you will lose a part of yourself,

A part you could never fill; an empty void,

 

For if she chooses your heart would not be broken, but instead destroyed.