She Loved Me

There was a special girl.

Her hair was blonde an long and curled when it wanted to. She sang and cried and sang when she was done crying. She smelled like rain and she loved me.

The special girl was like a ballerina.

Of grace with her head in space at times. She danced and sometimes fell but the ground could not keep her. Absolutely, undeniably beautiful. Not only to me. But she loved me.

Her hair is blonde and long and curly at times… And she loved me.