She says she isn't a poet,
but her eyes always rhyme with mine.

She says she isn't a dancer,
but her heart dances rhythmically to my voice.

She says she isn't an artist,
but she paints my life with the sweetest memories.

She says she isn't a fighter, but she kills me mercilessly with her looks. 

Maybe she is just a lover deeply sunk in a sea of love.