Her

by Angelina Wittenstein

She is perfect in every way.
Beautiful, elegant, her movements sway
She knows just how to get dressed
Day after day, leaving me impressed.

Her smile is contagious, like the midday sun,
Her eyes beaming when she tells something fun,
Her stories immersive, written with such skill,
Seemingly flowing from her mind, filling pages at will.

And yet I know, there is something deep down,
Something she doesn’t say, something yet to be known,
A feeling that haunts her within her own mind,
Shown only in her stories, many have yet to find. 

I don’t dare to claim I understand her well,
For it is something she will only subtly tell.
She hides between the lines, afraid to let them see
How she truly feels, let anyone hear her plea.

For only those with an understanding so profound,
Reading her heart, taking a good look around,
Only to those willing to listen to her thoughts 
Does she allow them to try and break down her walls.

Her mind is complicated, yet beautiful still
Her thoughts so deep, sometimes quiet, sometimes shrill,
Her stories reflect her deepest emotions,
Deeper still than any great oceans.

I can’t say I understand her entire being,
But I won’t shy away, won’t be afraid from seeing
Her for who she truly is, a person so kind,
My dear friend, by Aphrodite herself designed.

About the author: A student of English and German, currently surviving on energy drinks, coffee and pure spite. Rumours say she’s actually three possums in a coat.