She was wild, not like some crazy thing, but fierce and focused and savage, like a lioness hunting in her natural habitat. Her eyes were ferocious, filled with fire reflecting a strength only obtained by rebuilding one’s self from brokenness. She was beauty and destruction in the same moment.


She loved him for the warmth in his smile,

And the taste of his kiss,

And the strength in his arms.

She fell hard and fast for all the ways he tickled her soul,

And made her spirit sing,

And the way he made her feel like she was flying,

Like no one had ever clipped her wings.