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That woman consumed with silent observation

Mind racing with never-ending thoughts

Heart filled with desires she rarely speaks of

A body strengthened by courageous experiences . . .

Yes. I'm Her.

Tall, classy, and very much sassy

An introvert to strangers but a conversationalist in comfort

A socially awkward misunderstood beauty

Far from stuck up, just focused on where she has to go

A lover of all things music, a rock star in her heart

Arts portray the beauty she wishes others would see in the world

She dances to the beats in between the drum beats,

     the sounds of hearts

I'm Her.

Educated, motivated, driven

A tomboy, feminized, in heels and a skirt that breaches her thighs

Bourgeois, a sheltered city-girl who plays no games

What she wants, she speaks

     When she thinks a thought is worth voicing, you know

A heart wrapped in gold . . . selfless to a dire extreme

Yes. I Am Her.

She has a serious desire to love

Not just anybody, but you

You because your vibrations enhance her own

     Your heartbeat calms her

          And her body falls limp in your arms

Not because she is weak, but because she feels covered

     in your strength

I Am Her.

She wants to love you in ways you've never known

Help you place your feet upon your throne

While she, carefully, sits beside you in her own

Beside you because that is where your rib is placed

But submissive to your strength to rule

Yes. I'm Her.

She is the woman you have been praying for . . .

A woman who puts God first

She assesses your value based on time spent,

     not materialistic bullshit

With you, she is only interested in unlimited conversation

     quiet comfort

She looks forward to creating memories on an

     adventure that leads to the oceans edge or

          a snow-capped mountain top

I'm Her.

She is highly selective about who she lets into her space

Her time is precious therefore, she does not waste

Her heart is a pure classic treasure, not to be teased

And her mind . . .

      is filled with wisdom beyond her years

She does not let you in because she needs you,

     She lets you in because she wants you there

Treasure her, love her and life, as you know it,

     will never be the same . . .

I. Am. Her.