The moon that gallops in its light as the night adorns
A drop of whiskey in her eyes, as she stares at the moonlight, like the soft glow of radiance before the sky awakens the dawn.
Maybe it is not the beauty that makes our breath stall
It is the light that her soul raptures that makes our hearts enthrall 

She smiles in the storm, she dances in the rain.
She is forever the girl who holds tears in her eyes and yet says- She got this, even in pain.
Darkness embodies its essence in the entirety of her being,
She wears her scars like warpaint, the ones that serve testimony to the battle she fought unseen.

She beholds softness yet strength, kindness yet courage, warmth yet the prowess to burn your world down
She walks in the knowing who she is, her weirdness she holds like a crown.
Oh, to be loved by her, what a marvel in its mirth that beckons glee,
She loves you with all her heart, and her love sets you free.

She commands respect; she in her belief, stands tall,
One who loves herself enough not to be a passing folly for your constant beck and call.
A paradox in its being, a wildflower that even grows after a storm,
She is the contradiction that challenges the norm.

She is the moon that adorns that in its quiet radiance glows in the night,
She is the wildflower that blooms in the grace of her own light.
She is me, she is you 
A dreamer, an achiever, one who fights for her dreams to come true.

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