Her "hi" is high

Her "hello" is low

Her initials spell fine

Without the vowels

Is she hard to handle?

I love her stretches and handles

A face like a doll

An attitude that aint small

When i was young

I used to chase after butterflies

Now?

You grow them freely in my stomach

Not to store much

But to remind me

Of whats ment to be

We fight

As hard as we love

Yet

In the midst of chaos

We found solace,

Closure when we kiss

Calmness you cant miss

You are faith

I have hope

And we are love