She

I know a girl, she, a beautiful expression of human capabilities. She is smart, intelligent, prudent and beautiful might i add. Having said that, she overthinks a bit nevertheless, have a elegance to clear mine, me the writer. 

I write ( my way of falling ) for her because she fills the empty void in me, by the statement, you can anticipate I fall for her because of my own needs. Nope, Not at all, i fall for her just because SHE exists. I would like to uphold my saying that, she is beautifully written with all the correct order of alphabets ever possible. 

Her brain is always an unwavering attraction for me. Her equanimity towards every situation pulls me even stronger than the synergy of a flower pulling a bee. Her calmness instantly mitigates my suffering. And this ability is inextricably linked with her. 

Her long hair, beautifully arched eyebrows, her smile are the most pragmatic distractions I’ve ever deal with. Her diligence into every moment especially the eye, though she kisses me every time she puts a sight on me. 

She thinks, she needs a writer to acknowledge all her correct combinations but is complete with the writer or lack there of. Suffice it to say, her illustrious persona leaves me nothing but in a state of crimine.