Day 484 - She Is

My girl is silly-sting shooting out of the can,
Fireworks flying high through the air.
She's a wild flower blowing in the wind,
And like chocolate, she'll melt right in your hand.
She could be a book with all the stories she tells,
Or a warm blanket with all the heat she expels.
My girl is sunlight on a dark and stormy day,
The brightest star, when light begins to fade.
She can be a tornado leaving behind such a mess,
Or a hurricane if something doesn't go quite her way.
She can be a powerful, buttoned up, business woman,
But I like the shorts and t-shirt she becomes at night.
I see her everyday, a tattoo on my heart and mind,
She's love, everything I could ever need.