Her body can look like a plant,
But she’ll grow in loyalty.
Feet charred by every habitat,
but inside, a green thumb covering my seeds.
Face look as if it never healed,
But together, our time is perfect unity.
Her brain is as slow as a Macintosh electronic,
But her waist is swinging in the kitchen constantly.
She can be a human sized mole with her two teeth,
But also, she can mean the world to me.