Aura of Rhymes

This one goes out to a special poetry souper. Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper. Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword, she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored. Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow, releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers flow. Pouring out pain, portraying a life full of commotion, she's never afraid to reveal deep repressed emotion. Nonchantly, composing sonnets, prose and monorhymes. A 'free verse' soul with a pure gift, ahead of the times. Sometimes her humour can lead to hysterics. Other times her words sing like melodic song lyrics. From undefined uncertainties to unseen and unheard, they're relatable verses, reflected through sentiments stirred. Elegant as a redolent rose with that Midas touch. Her art is like a masterpiece that needs no retouch. Needs not hide behind metaphors to create her poetry. Hails from an island of sapphire skies and turquoise sea. I know her journey has faced a mountain of adversity and living among devious souls has caused controversy. Despite the darkness, she glows like a lantern at night. In times of trouble, always finds the willpower to write. When torment arrives, stabbing my heart with spears, she's always there to ensure my mind's not full of fears. A honest heart with the modest grace of a pacifier. Has formed a legacy of an unassuming versifier. Like a peacock spreading beauty - flamboyantly. For me, the Aura of Rhymes is poetic royalty.