She is deep not because of the complexities of heart or mind. Her depth is born from her tears. Her depth is born from the truth of her sadness. Some people run from the storms, but she never does.

She is deep because she never tries to hide that broken heart. Her eyes tell her story best. Quiet, subtle and true her beauty is enough to break any heart brave enough to love her. It’s almost to much for any man, but I could never look away.

She is deep because her existence is a contradiction to your every thought. There is light where there should be dark, and there is life where there should be pain. Hopeless nights die in the shadows of her dreams.

She is deep because when I see my reflection in her eyes I understand why the world spins…