She walks around on her infinite cloud,
With a sound so remarkable, that is has a pulse,
A sound so unique , that it breathes, and lives.
She is, the song. Singing the melody of I.
Beautiful piano, Beautiful arpeggio.
She is compassion to the 10th degree.
She is, the song. The glue of four.
Not always appreciated, But most definately adored.

She's so strong on the outside, Weak within,
Facing obstacles that exude love, and hate,
pain, and mistakes. But words continue to flow,
as she is the sun that shines.
She is, the story.
a 9,00 page novel you'll find hard to put away.
Beautiful words that hold your hand,
beautiful smile within each page.
Making you breathe easier, each day.
She is, the story. The light of four,
Not always agreed with, Incredibly adored.

She is a moment in time,
where true inspiration is found,
Greatness is formed with in her,
intense rhymes written about her.
She is, the poem. With words so strong,
they become a rock. Words of she, her , and I.
Rhymes of half a lifetime, as she is the poem,
she nurtures you. Beautiful metaphor,
beautiful haiku. She is the strength within us.
She is, the poem. The rock of four,
Not always tolerated, always adored.

And I, What could I be, as I am wandering through life,
scared and unique? Where amd I going to end up,
As I wonder and grow? Beautiful unknown,
Beautiful courage.
The song, the story, and the poem are within,
and I am the completion of four, not always understood,
hopefully, adored.
Yes the song, the story and the poem are three,
for this I am better, I breathe.
Because the song, the story, and the poem,
Love me.

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