Oh how she dazzled with her wit and charm
The way she worked a room could give you pause
A friend would swear she could do no one harm
Though a foe would warn you of her claws.
So bright, her light, incandescent shining
A beacon, so pure, you’d think it a dream
A breeze, so strong, it could leave you flying
A flight, a life, so well lit by her beam.
As she blooms, the flowers do feel envy
Wishing they could sustain beauty so long.
She leaves behind a warmth never-ending
She’d convince the sun she could do no wrong.
With all the colors of glass with stain’ed panes.
She’ll fill your life with art that never wanes.