She

I still hide her in my poetry
In the veins of each line
in the soul of each rhyme
And In the shadows of every word
She started her story
And left half way
Cursing minds to imagine
How and what she would have been
I still miss her
The wakes of her smiles
And her daring beauty
The strength of her love
And the boldness of her believes
But what have I to say?
Than to hold on to her memories
Like it was yesterday!!