She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.
May you never become so cynical that you let a star fall without its wish.
Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.
She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.