Her


She didn't tip toe, she leapt.
She wasn't cautious, she was bold.
She walked with the wind and floated like a feather.
She was still yet she moved mountains.
Her eyes, captivating and so relaxing yet unpredictable.
Like the ocean she kept pushing me away and pulling me back in
Time and time again

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