Soul Beneath the Scarf

The elegancy, the optimist,
In careful strides of your walk...
The beauty, the wisdomist,
In the voices that you utter.
Some sweet, some quiet...
In your fragile words that you talk.

The darkness around me lies strong...
But never do I fail to see your face.
It brings a light unto the path,
That even Death,
Will not erase.

Hair of an angel, in a brunette beautiful mess...
Smile lit with happiness, shining through to your soul.
Connected to a vessel, drawn over with a dress...
Melting away its half to reveries of my whole.

I can change, rearrange the pieces to match your troubled heart...
I will break, do what it takes, to replace your sorrowed thoughts.

And when the moon crashes,
And sun collides,
And dips the Earth into the dark...

I will remove these blackened scars...
And heal the girl beneath the scarf.
♠ ♠ ♠
And no this isn't random...she really does wear a scarf and dress everyday because of her religion...and is pretty much the woman described in the poem.