I’ve seen her in glimpses, in passing, in writing
Her name comes up at the slightest mention of life
She always seems to surprise me when I’m not looking
And there she is a wonderful muse
A glimmer of hope, startling pulse
She ignites the fire of kindling ashes
She makes waves and calms the passionate
She is what we all dream of
You may find her at any moment
The girlie spirit that hides in the shadows
She waits until no one is looking
and smiles, content
She draws no attention yet is the object of wonder
What glow she throws off like a lamp in the field
But Oh, when you see her face you tremble at her look
for beauty shines within her gaze and ignites that flame in you
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