The Coolest Girl In Town

She strolls with a mood all her own,

A tune in the means she's planted,

Eyes brilliant, a glint in the evening,

Her presence turns the dull to light.

The city murmurs, it twists her direction,

She's the sovereign of each and every day,

Be that as it may, never one to look for the high position,

She manages the world, yet remains solitary.

In her step, the roads are hers,

Murmurs follow like delicate mumbles,

Profound respect from far off, they see

This coolest young lady, wild and free.

She moves through life's perpetual labyrinth,

Unafraid of meandering look.

A radical heart, she snickers at dread,

Her voice is intense, everlastingly unmistakable.

With mind so sharp, she cuts the air,

Furthermore, intelligence tucked underneath her gaze,

She's more than cool; she's a tempest, a breeze,

Her general surroundings moves easily.

However generosity streams from all her touchs,

In her presence, nothing feels excessively.

Her solidarity, her effortlessness, an intriguing plan —

A show-stopper of soul and psyche.

In calm minutes, she's as yet a fantasy,

A delicate sparkle in a twilight stream,

The coolest young lady, with fire and quiet,

Her soul is the best medicine.

So here she stands, not looking for distinction,

Her pith wild, her heart untamed,

For she's the young lady who possesses the evening,

With unending appeal and limitless light.