She is
Her light was luminscent, A shade to the weary soul, A shoulder to the weeping eyes, Grace and modesty was exemplary, Oh! That poise was incredible. The mirror reflected, the real She, She who talked business, Her silence was her weapon, not to mistake it for her weakness, Belief those eyes showed, could give a fearless glare too, The tone was high, And she knew to make you chew your words if she chose. She was her own end in the beginning. She could give and had learnt to earn. In her own fury she would just burn, Little aware,but that ignorance was her guiding light, Not after the books, she was a student of lessons of life. Was she a mystery, Yet to be found. It is not me or you, It need not be defined. What limits are she hasn't learnt, Vivacious like wind and fresh as morning glory, Mundane was not for her. Living and exploring keeps her going on. Force of life and the life force she stands.