She dances in the shadows
Seduces you into vulnerability
Shines light off of crystals
whose fleeting presence bring sparkle to muted eyes

She's fragile
So shy she's almost become nameless
A product of neglect
and neverending abuse

She's indestructable when given the chance
Out of the shadows she'll begin to dance
a routine exquisite with disbelief
and a rarity indeed

She is cautious and shy
in her personal form of beauty
Like a rose
coming slowly from timid bud to full bloom
more than often, picked too soon

She's as gentle as a toddlers' kiss
As fierce with desire as man searching for a whore
She is magical
A shape-shifter
An unrequited lover

She's that thorn that stuns you when fingers go picking blossoms
Yes--Too soon

She is patient

Hungry

Existent to few

She is beautifuly alive once recessitated

She is TRUST