shh, don't speak when she lets down her hair.

she's a masterpiece even when she's been up since four am.

she'll show the most blithe disregard to the morning sun and the people she shines on.

shh, don't speak when she smiles.

she's got lips that can capture like a lion's jaws onto a zebra's neck

and she's eerie like things that reflect light in the dark,

even though she's got as much divine grace as an artist in the most hushed moments.