MY LOVE

She walks like a morning, soft and slow With sunlight tucked where shadows go, Her voice is a breeze through open trees She speaks and all the chaos frees Her laugh is like rain on thirsty ground A melody that the stars have found Her kindness wraps the world in grace luke petals falling on your face But she's not an angel from the skies, She stumbles, sighs, and sometimes cries Yet in those cracks, her soul will shine A light that says, "This world is mine." She is beauty,not in flawless skin In the strength that lies in within So if you meet her, take your time... You’re looking at a living rhyme