She stretches high to meet the sun,

But can only come so close.

She settles for her length and chooses to bask in his warmth for the time being,

Appreciating the love he gives her in the day.

He understands all that she is and all she can be,

She is simplicity,

But her mind is a complex circuit of thoughts.

She is the very essence of beauty,

Yet she has a darkness inside.

She is easy to hurt,

But difficult to bruise.

She is easy to leave,

But painful to forget.

There is a comforting energy about her that makes her easy to talk to,

But she is troublesome to try and understand.

Her being is as pure as a snow laden field,

Yet as tainted as the doorways to hell.

She longs for a love that is delicate and sweet,

But pursues desire to numb the pain of the wait.

There is wisdom in her star-filled eyes,

Yet she is a walking contradiction.

Not many like her exist and she is rare,

But one will find themselves seeing her everywhere and drawn to finding out just why.

On a canvas she paints the black thoughts in her mind,

And she will tell you how full of color they are.

She is a strange combination of the stars, the Sea, and the wild mountains.

In her mind she is lost,

Struggling to remain sane pretending she knows the way.

You can find her dancing in the rain with a smile on her face,

Staring at you with a funny grin, intrigued by what you say.

Even when she is stagnant,

She is growing.

For there is a beautiful garden within her that she hides,

Hoping to one day bring it before another’s light.