Her

Laugh like a childs'.

Happy and free of worry.

She is beautiful.

Her eyes are like stars.

They shine, even in the night.

They still shine brighter.

Her face; beautiful.

Why does she keep it hidden?

Her hair shields it.

Hair, framing her face,

just positioned wildly,

hiding her from me.

Yet still, I find her.

Four-leaf clover in a field.

A field of clovers.

When the sun comes out,

you are who I see,

brighter than even the sun.

And when the storm stirs,

you are always the lightning.

Somehow striking me.

When the rain falls down,

you affect everybody,

Love and Happiness.