Is She?

Is she a girl of Flowers?
She doesn’t blossom after days of showers. Yet even with that sweet, smell of fragrance, it wouldn’t live long in my remembrance.

Is she a girl of Truth?
There were lies in her time of youth. Paranoia. Another cruel name for jealousy. Tell her of another girls name would be done carelessly.

Is she a girl of Kindness?
A kiss on the lips will be the witness. Innocent or guilty a mindful court shall say, even if it would keep her just inches away.

Is she a girl of Wonder?
That would take many moons to ponder. All our time she is a scene to be wild; I would soon lose interest like a bored and lonely child.

Is she a girl of Mine?
Still; with all my doubt, we will still do fine. Even if I want everything she hasn’t got. Without her in my life, living I could surely not.

Is She?
She is still the one for me.