Un-named

She moves like the mountain mist

That gently caresses the land;

Like an innocent child,

Reaching for its mother's hand!

Her smile is like a gentle brook

Bubbling along its way,

Unmindful of the path ahead

Be it night or day!

Her eyes like liquid pools

That torments our soul

Their depths so unfathomable

An unreachable goal!

She casts a glance and looks away,

Her eyes, their deed they've done.

Slayed one more aching heart,

One more battle won!

When she smiles, the sun comes out

Like on a hot summer's day.

And like a soothing balm

She takes the pain away!