When everything seems to fall apart,
She stays there with her gentle heart.
She is an admirer of the artists,
but she in, herself, is an art.

I met her on a certain day of springs,
Seemed like fate was pulling the strings.
The sun was warm and the breeze temperate,
How will I ever explain the joys that she brings.

She dances like the daffodils dance in the breeze,
the universe stops and the clocks cease.
What will happen when our ways will meet,
I know my heart will rush like the
waves in the seas.

Who is she, how can I explain,
She, maybe, is the relief after years of pain.