She

She lives the poetry,

she doesn't have words for;

and breathes out the affection

she always longed for.

She dances to the songs

she can't sing,

and flies in her mind

for she doesn't have a wing

She doesn't just exist

she lives,

and lends zeal to all

she gives.

She could be you, she could be me;

but to be her, courage is required.

For she's just a soul,

who chose what she desired.