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Now many think life is perfect
Or that at least it should be so
They constantly strive, the poor things
Never knowing when to let go

But I know this one rare person
Who though can raise hell, pack a fatal blow
Is perceptive enough to sometimes
just wisely swim with the flow

Most times she's an absolute fun fun girl
With laughter so musical, it could well be a song
She indulges in the occasional sarcasm
dishing it out faster than Chinese ping pong

And though you may never have heard
'having been' and 'had Had ever had had' being said
Let me inform all she's a bit of a Grammar Nazi,
Mess up, and your sent out flying, heels over you're unfortunate head

Sharp as a whip, she's quick to spot absurdities
And her indignance is also quite intense
She's not one to take any horse-crap
You'd better not give her any, hence.

She's pretty, this insanely talented woman
With an outward delicacy that belies a ferocity
She's everything - a soldier, a general, a philosopher,
experiencing with passion, observing with audacity

A friend with whom I hope to share
Laugh lines as we grow old; hopefully, grow up as well
Flitting with ease from the serious, to the seriously silly
With angelic faces, and a fiery fiery thirst from hell