She is a meadow in the springtime. The kind of meadow that takes the appearance of an ocean as tendrils of wind whisk through them. But she is also the sturdy rock. The kindof of spirit that somebody could move mountains with. She is the mountain as well as the sun; she shines like a diamond but glows like fire, and has always known exactly who she was and what she stood for.
She is my light. She is my beacon of what to strive for. She terrifies as well as inspires and she makes me feel as if I'm floating on air but unable to breathe. She is intelligent, and has good appreciation and knowledge of many subjects and cultural knowledge. She's the kindof girl who's gorgeous but a genius at the same time and loves old clothes styles like the 20's and 50's. Her favorite color is red, and she loves to act in drama; yes she is my kind of girl.
I hope that whatever kind of boy falls for her that he treats her like the star she is. The kind of star that shines far more than it's neighbors.
Yea, she's that kind of girl.
