She's My Girl

She's been here, searching for the one that will love her for who she is. Centuries and centuries of men have had their tries, but all failed, until me. She's mine.

She rules this earth over any other power. Presidents, kings, and leaders faulter to her greatness. She commands the day and night with every word, and every mood she goes through. And wherever, she is, every man can see her, and grow into envy as they see me fly with her.

Her bright smile resembles the fiery sun flares that gleam into my sleepy eyes, just so we can spend more time together. And she breathes heavily of passion and love, and I, sweating from the touches of her rough but caressing turbulence, I only think of true love with this girl.

And at times, people glare into her depth, and she blushes away and slowly releases her anger. And it is sometimes phenomenal what she can do. Her rage controls the weather. She brings clouds of doubt and unhappiness over her eyes, and tries to hide away, when in all reality she just wishes to have her chance at revenge. And she will get what she desires. Her ewyes spark with huge discharges of lightening as she roars with the thunder, letting the cowards squander to her power. And she howls with winds of great magnitude, sometimes unimaginable, and letting her devilish self release Katrina and seasonal monsoons. I have no control over this independence, but as I calm her down with my prayers, she only cries chill raindrops down my thick neck, to remind me that she is sorry. And she poses the fire once again,a nd the passion is reignited with an indication of a rainbow.

I love this girl. She is my world, and I am hers. She is nothing without me, and I am nothing without her. She is the air, sky, and the flight that revolves around me. Separated, I am but a dust molecule, and her nothing but space. But together, we become one beauty. I love her, and no one will ever know why.