Once a woman is comfortable in her own skin, living her own life and building a foundation by herself; it takes one heck of a man to make her want to sacrifice her independence.

She has fought many wars, most internal. The ones that you battle alone, for this, she is remarkable. She is a survivor.

Promise me one thing wild child,
Never filter your soul to suit a mould.

She was like the sun,
She knew her place in the world -
She would shine again regardless
of all the storms and changeable weather
She wouldn't adjust her purpose
for things that pass.

You can love her with everything you have and she still wont belong to you. She will run wild with you, beside you with everystep but let me tell you something about women who run with wolves, their fierce hearts dont settle between walls and their instinct is stronger than upbringing. Love her wild or leave her there.

You could tell she was a free spirit, a gypsy, just by looking at her. A smile like that doesn't come from a sad soul.