The beauty that transcends all.
One that brings endless questions to mind.
The ideal character, that crossed the fourth wall.
A blessing you don’t choose to find.
One that makes you doubt it’s real.
Compelling you to deny what you feel is real.
The voice that has a home melody.
One that makes you want it to call out your name- and yours only.
It’s laughter sends sparks to the heart and it starts dancing.
It’s cries bring strife to the soul accompanied by destruction.
It’s absence births a void with no ends.
It’s presence nurses life, and all abnormalities it finds, it mends.
The heart that beats her name.
It desires to leave its host at her sight, or mention.
Yes! She is to blame.
For she is the reason his heart pumps passion.
The beauty, the voice, the mind, his love and his heart.
She has it all.