Her illumination.
You can see her in your drying tears, The ones you never wiped away, Because you knew it was to be the mark, The mark of that beautiful moment. You can see her in your mirror as she stares at your soul, That tells you to fight for what you really desire, You know who she is but you refuse to accept, Because the chains of your broken wings has left bruises. But I hope you realise that the glimpse, The glimpse of your soul, The glimpse of your heart, And the glimpse of your magic, It has a magnificent story to tell, A story that illuminates the very presence of your being.