and i'm in love with the way she laughs loudly,
and the words she feels are never good enough (they are);
i adore the way she fights shadows
but embraces the dark.
i'm in love with her forest of curls
and the moonlight in her eyes,
the way it reflects every dream she's ever had and
she is late-night walks and coffee shops
she is caring deeply and feeling everything at once;
she is notebooks and midnight skype calls
and fire and flower crowns
and and and--
she is home.