Sonnet for the Lady

I was so in love with this girl, you see. 

She was no stranger nor lover nor friend. 

She was simply a better part of me. 

The kind of person to never pretend

To like the colors pink or green or blue. 

If black was her preference, she said so. 

Her candor was oft mistook for uncouth,

But when she smiles her good intentions show. 

Her heart a ruby and mind a diamond, 

Her skin may as well have been made of glass. 

Always quick to bookend the shelves and run. 

Beware for she can shatter just as fast. 

Brilliant brown eyes and auburn leaves falling 

'Round far-reaching roots of abstract drawing. 

I was very in love with this girl, you see?

But she was merely the best parts of me.