Lavender and Lemon
In the minds of those that knew her,
That loved her,
Had words radiating from their hearts,
Uttered under breaths spoke
Unbroken, astonishing, and wildly passionate.
Her brain was like a museum,
It held everything the world has yet to create.
Her heart was a vessel,
That poured out of her like honey.
There was no searching for her,
She felt her admiration when being praised,
That is when her instinct and drive
Fueled her to accomplish the impossible.
Her eyes were like windows to an airplane
Looking into them,
All you saw were the dizzying sights
Of the sun breaching the clouds.
Her hands would sculpt the way
words would flow out of her mouth,
Like clay between her fingers,
Like how you become putty in her hands.
Her lips forming the sounds as they enter your ears
And disrupt everything you thought was right and wrong.
Her presence hits you like the scent of lavender and lemon,
Filling your soul with intimacy and serene bliss.
It showed by beaming through the twinkle in your smile.
She changes people,
By just being herself.