Copper spots of stardust splattered across ivory skin framed with rusty locks,

Eyes the color of life, a thriving forest,

A fiery soul, exuberant and sincere,

A smile, brilliant and vibrant, that makes you float,

Skin glowing with youth and spirit.

A force of nature, that radiates passion and strength.

A voice of a siren, lures you in, making you impotent against her,

Tongue sharper than any blade and can cut you down twice as fast, 

Or could raise you up and warm you.

Small in stature but not in will,

Fiercely compassionate and protective, 

Guarding those she holds dear from the harshness of the world around,

A frenzy, a storm of a woman.