SHE PLAYS WITH MADNESS

SHE PLAYS WITH MADNESS

Here's to a mystery, here's to life.
here's to her, and her myriad ways.
she came here, her dreams co-joined,
she shall do, her own means;
she shines, her face can shine too!
she looks so fine, enigmatic.
she carries, she believes, she cant be broken.
her laces are her own, and she braces herself.
her serenity, she is peace dove, 
a poet's muse, a disorder's balm herself.
take her to the altar, she deserves;
bring it on, celebrate her coming.
just see, see in your amazement!
See this beauty walking,
hear her talking
see her, believe her and her emotions.
and her sometimes confused thoughts.
she is strong, she is fine, in this strange land.
she'd cope, she'd be, she'd live in this strange land.
she is headstrong, she is unknown.
but she will be.
She knows it, yet wont say it, 
she seemingly will find her key.
don't ask her, just believe her,
her faith shall leap-frog.
she doesn't need to worry;
she will do, she will try, 
she will make her life happen.
she has everything she needs.
nothing can deter;
moreover she is creative, she cannot destroy.
Just believe in her, she shall find her occasion.
She will search her destination.
It is not destiny, its her own determination.
gaze in amazement, 
can she play with madness? 
Of course. She does.