She was a wildflower, sweet and strong, braving the change of seasons as it blossoms, pure and true. Harsh winds and cold winters cannot stop her bloom, she springs up through the earth like a warrior, growing effortlessly as the sun fills her soul with light.
Hopeless romantic...she knows her heart. She loves deeply, madly, diving deep into the depths, never looking back. She sings her sorrows, turning her pain into art, a trail of musical emotions in her wake. Pounding hard, her heart knows love, it knows loss, it knows pain, joy, and hope. She has known love greater than the tallest mountain, flying high above the clouds. She has known loss deeper than the darkest oceans, drowning her in blackness. Still, she plays on, she plays on.