Her crown as bright as her smile,
she holds a special place in my heart,
with her way of talking to her way of understanding what I mean.
We share a point of view,
often not even arguing unless it is simple and small.
I treasure her for that,
for letting me be who I wish to be.
For understanding who I am,
never making me shut up, or go as still as a clam.
I treasure her for her way with words,
for her way of understanding my hurt.
As much as I sound,
as if I am praising her for her existence alone,
my words stay true.
A ruler of the fairest,
one I will always choose.