No words I could find to truly describe
Not even the extremities of her persona
With enough depth to justify that which she deserves
And the sadness I have for which I have failed
Will torment me till my dying day
However,
She is absolute
Daring though she’d never know
And in the evening when cowards descend from,
Wherever such filth is spewed to suffocate
She remains strong and content
Spirit of a Yaffle
Peeping at the many layers of your soul
Complex and totally binding to your words
She is an endless abyss of devotion,
This will challenge any faithful believer in oneself
A gift to those who know
And for those who do not,
A tragedy
But jealousy in the end
Will fill the hearts of all
A vagabond for all to enjoy
Standards and values remain true
A paradigm of holistic enchantment
Guiding and stimulating those
Who haven’t a clue
A lasting Tiger-eye in life
She moves with rhapsodic lavishness
Yet her pose remains quite simple
Breathtakingly beautiful,
Eloquent and full of grace
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