They say a woman is like a flower; dig a hole in her heart, talk about her beauty and expect without giving.
But She wasn’t just beautiful…
She gave me faith when I was faithless
She knew my worth when I was worthless
She healed me when all I had known were scars
She is like a tea bag – you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water
Yes, She is not just a piece of flesh and cartilage
She can grab the world by lapels and set it on fire
She is resilient and divine
She is like a piece of poetry I can never write
She is whatever the hell she wants to be
