SHe is...

She is...

She is a river, serene, flowing gently down the path,
She is a tree, strong, swaying in the wind,
She is a rose, beautiful, without a single thorns,
She is a butterfly, graceful, soaring throughout the skies.

I am a rock, who she flows by, undiscerning,
I am a leaf, falling off, but she doesn't care,
I am a blade of grass, sulking in her shadow,
I am callipitter, watching her fly away.

She is as melodic as a bird, singing in the morning,
She is as smart and wise as an owl, eyes piercing then night,
She is as funny as a puppy, tumbling over itself,
She is a perfect as a sphere, with no dents or chips.

I am scratchy, and out of tune, like a 150 year old trumpet,
I am dumb, like a bug that falls for the same trap,
I am boring, like a piece of dirt, just sitting there,
I am a wreck, like a broken car, after an accident.

When I walk by, she doesn't notice,
When I say hi, she just responds,
When I think about her, I see her without me,
She is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _