her
It’s in the way she smiles. A glint in her eyes, Her pearly smile, natural, Not compelled by their social setting, But rather by genuine delight. It’s impossible to ignore her, As still, even in sadness, Her beauty radiates, Like a moth to her light, He drfits to her in delight, When she does speak, Her voice does not seek, He follows along, eager to hear her thoughts, You can tell, she has endured, But she did not submit to be devoured, She is strong, as she is gentle, She is kind, but forceful, She is passionate, beautiful, She is submissive, but demands thoughtfulness, She is.