Like the Wind

You can't see her
But you know she's there.
You can steal her thunder
She doesn't care.
She knows who she is
She needs no introduction.
She loves to laugh
But hates obstruction.
She needs to flow
Her love is pure
She gives freely her love
Who could ask for more?
She is pure as the dove.
Don't make her mad
She turns to ice
The only one who can heal her
Is the one born thrice.
Two beauties
Two beasts
Two suns
Two moons
One love
One family
full cup
blank rune.