With rarely used eyes
imperfectly perfect as they are
you’re the crowd favorite
it’s hard not to notice why
the beautiful distracted girl
always remains the same.
Standing here in front of stone
even I try not to notice,
this difficult path ahead
I casually turn and look away
today there is something special.
Beauty comes from different measures
devotion outweigh her looks,
still, she’s busy playing in my mind.
I concede I might be blind
to think I could accept her challenge.
I depend on her words
to help with my direction.
I’ve come to memorize every inch
from silence to the tone in her laugh.
Above everything else
it’s her mental strength
all of this is hard to explain
coming from this extraordinary woman.
I truly listen to her thoughts,
when there’s not much to say.
She has the firm hand of a leader,
I swear she’s an exact dance
she loves above all else
touching and playing with emotions
She will give individually if she must,
however, she prefers everyone all at once.
She’ll console you in her corner
can you see she’s in all of us
this perfect amazing woman.
Dragonfly Poetry 
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