Its Her..

There's magic in the way she holds herself,
poised, perfection- she's electric current and possibility. 
Her presence is almost mesmerizing;
my first thought as sun rises.
I once had lost hope.
She was the spark that lit my fire. She was the light, the fairytale-head-over-heels we write songs about. 
She reached into me and pulled out endless ideas. 
i swear, though my instinct is survival; my heart beats for her. 
It will always beat for her.