whose smile lights up a thousand suns.
whose windows to her very own soul
shows the light of love.
has been molded and crafted by The Most High..
that dreadfully, hopelessly, and severely
yearns for peace.
Peace for the world.
Delicate she is but her durability over powers her fragilities.
Constantly reminding herself
to never be afraid to be different.
She was meant to be.
She is a flower
continuing to grow.
She is a valuable masterpiece
that cannot be bought.
She is love
and not lust for lust is only artificial love.
She is art.
I am art.