Everyone she Soothed mind with sounds so still, she was kind and wise. One would wish to have her as bride, But the tide was not the way they wanted flow. She made her rythmn, and made with fade. Only few could compose with anywhere near the pose as she. She was the arrow\'s aftermath. Even putting cupid to shame. Her, then fed many cheeks red, Many had her as their only thought, her distraction be none greater. Why the sight brought me might and fright, So Tight and free her movements were. Like a kite flying rigourous air. Riding a mare oh so very fair. Her eyes were sights of space, Her mind one of a kind. As i tried to make a move, as my heart pushed me to groove. She simply, sat a tease, and threw the keys. Locked herself in a red room. It read, Romance, Love, and Ignorance. Everything of her, carved by holy stone. Everything to the bone. From what i saw i was in awe, Nothing could relate. To that soul mate.