Beauty whispers softly her name
fragile but wild,untamed
strength and love all bottled in
temper and wit unhidden
to an angel, don't compare
but a beauty that may seam rare
voice as loud as any man's
and the courage to stand up when she can
and through the sun shines brighter then her eyes
the sparkle in her's comes as a surprise
stand up for herself when and what she believe
quick on her feet when needed to be
fun and free and gifted, its true
but flawed, imperfect, and slightly mean too
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