Her

Her body isn't perfect,
But she sure as hell ain't ugly.
Her lilac eyes,
Reveal shameless knives.
And her lips as red as the sun.
With a laugh and a cry,
Off into the sunset night she rides.

She's like a breath of air,
After the grass's cut.
With bleach blonde hair,
She'll turn you into mush.
And when she dances to the beat of your song,
She'll turn and swivel just for fun.

Her laugh isn't perfect,
But it brings such joy to me.
Her sweet centered insides,
Show no lies.
And her dreams as fresh as the air.
For she, she means,
Everything..to, me.