She, hold my hands,
Whisk me away, she.
She, smile at me,
Brush my hair, she.
She, I loved her,
I miss her, she.
She, with brown-caramelly eyes.
Dark-black waves strewn on her head.
Wrinkles as abundant as the long road I continue to pave, just for her.
She is she, the her in my heart.
The beautiful lady.
Kind and strong.