Her

She is the dream I envision,
the silhouette of my heart.
My mind is filled with her lingering presence.
Ever present. Always present.
Icy blue eyes strike me to the core.
The aura of a princess. The face of a queen.
She holds herself with posture and poise.
She carries the look of an Angel, for she is nothing less than so.
Her mind, like a clock.
Efficient. Calculated. Complex.
Hidden away are her innermost thoughts.
Her insecurities, her flaws, her fears.
Locked away they are, rarely may they be freed.
She wishes to be recognized for who she is, not for what she shows.
Acceptance is what she desires.
Despairingly she tries to change.
She tries to conform to every idea, every wish, every whim someone implores.
Simply the girl wants nothing more than to brighten others.
May her soul continue. May she be appreciated, of this I would like nothing more.
-Emiliano Hurtado