She was beauty and intelligence stitched together with no seams
She lived in a world with no difference between reality and dreams
Excellence as habit, she was much more than simple flesh and bone
She walked in the way that forced her presence to be known
If I viewed the world in melody, she is the only one I would see
She could conquer that world in a day and still have time for tea
Soft lips curved in confidence spilling sweetness with every breath
Ideas remaining and growing even after the revolving dance of death
Fingers curled with the power of creation and the ease with which it came
She sat upon a throne as a queen playing the world like a simple game
She was fire, and laughter, and the warmth both of them brought
She made the idea of perfection appear as a simple afterthought
Her body danced with the tidal currents of marvelous desire
She could reach the sky in a day and then push on even higher
She was the best getting better, the absolute antonym of threshold
The words she wrote were gilded, laid heavy with amber glow gold
She was one of very many, and yet, she was the only one of them all
Her taste made my mouth water, her effect hit me harder than alcohol
She was quality, and substance, an actual angel in every way real
Her word was solid, it was a better guarantee than a devil with a deal
She was better than just human, more like power that has taken shape and form
And I the lucky one who holds her close, feels her heartbeat quicken like a storm