There’s something about her.

Sunlight seems to follow her steps,

Chasing away the lingering clouds.

She is truth exposing all lies,

And hope ending all despair.

“Who is she?”

They whisper with jealous eyes.

I smile, because I know.

Her presence is captivating.

She possesses a strength like no other.

Her voice, striking ears like a magical melody,

Bringing back life from the dead.

Her tears, rarer than the scarlet emerald,

But just as beautiful.

Her eyes, see beyond the surface of the world,

And into another dimension.

A simple touch,

Could ignite feelings so intense.

She is the definition of true beauty.

I answer their question.

“She is my inspiration.”