She’s a little bit of anger
Mixed with some healthy sun.
Something you knew you lost
Then found out that you won.
Some foresight into the future
With a very jaded past.
Maybe not the first you’ve seen
But will definitely be your last.
The sunset on a beautiful day
Where thunder marks your night.
That one time, in the grocery store
She tried to pick a fight.
An angel to your friends by day
Marked by a beautiful light.
Filled with passion in the dark
Oh, but its a sight.
Sheer force within the destruction
When nobody wants to play.
Softness when you need it
Light that guides your way.
She’s an empty bottle when you need a drink
And food when you are starved.
Hunger when you crave the flesh
A statue so brilliantly carved.
She’s your anchor when you get lost
In the storm that life creates.
The lady that watches you
While she patiently, lovingly waits.