I like how she is

 
I like how she is,
so fragile and so real,
Not because she is weak,
but because of her truth,
she feels the world in her chest,
with unparalleled passion.
Her tears are rivers
that nourish her journey,
She embraces silence,
with a sea-like gaze,
the stars in her voice
tell stories of love.
Her essence is a poem,
that wants to awaken,
in such a cold world,
her fire is a delicacy.
I like how she is,
in her annual dance,
fragility is strength,
her love, a great mural.