A ruler

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.