She's mine

She came from another world.

And her hair lay on her shoulders curled,

The color of the evening sun.

So full of excitement and fun.

She came from a place of calm.

She never even had a qualm

With my energetic and bouncy flow.

She balances me perfectly so.

I never wish to leave her.

I am warmed by her soul's fire.

She pushes me to the edge of the hill,

But with her, it's always a thrill.

Her ears and eyes were so keen,

With her, I am never unseen.

Some may say she's a beast

But I don't think that in the least,

I just say she's mine.

-Moth Conrad