Light is her hand on the reins of life
As she rides to shape her destiny
She never endeavours to bend her fate
Towards paths that aren't meant to be
Light is her foot as she glides through life
In an elegant waltz, soaking in the view
She minds not the roads she does not find
For she is bound to this earth by desires few
Light is her heart, it quivers and sways
When it feels another's pleasure and pain
She cries when the sky is grey with gloom
She dances with joy in the pouring rain
Light is her mind that has shed its past
Of searing scars and sad laments
She floats unmoored on seas of bliss
With nary a weight but the present moment
Light is the laugh on her tender lips
That rest on her calm and placid face
For she knows, no matter what the ills
The world is still a beautiful place
Light is her grief when misery strikes
She falls as a feather, with poise and grace
And wrapped in the warmth of her solitude
She waits for the breeze from a happy place
Light is her soul, it soars as a bird
On wings of reason in boundless skies
No rules nor mores can bind her down
For she heeds no one but her inner voice
The light of the heavens it is, perhaps,
That twinkles in her dark deep eyes
For, a lightness of being has come over me
From the moment she's walked into my life
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