Moonshine
She was made of flowers and fire,
Rock and roll, and church hymns sang by the choir.
She was made of war and desire, magic and vice;
She was as sunny and nice as a tequila sunrise.
She loved foreign languages, leather and lace,
Country music, boots, tattoos, and the moon up in space.
She was regal and hood,
Captivating, but always a little misunderstood.
She was nurturing and empathetic;
Poesy and love was her aesthetic.
She cared for wounded animals and baby birds in the sky,
Always standing up for those in need and for what's right.
Her eyes were a hypnotizing Jack Daniel's brown;
She was a queen that preferred a sword over a crown.
She was as strong as ice, as pretty as a rose,
But when wronged, she delivered the deadliest blows.
She was addicting like nicotine;
You craved her like a smoke;
Her voice was like music to your ears whenever she spoke.
The girl was a little bit of heaven and a little bit of hell;
She captivated you like if you were under a spell.
She was a childlike spirit, a wanderer, a gem,
Always up for some adventure and mayhem.
She was as deep as the ocean, as dreamy as the sky;
She'd get you drunk on her just like moonshine.
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