She has a heart of gold

And a tongue that's bold

Her opinion is staunch

Such I've been told

She has a mind of her own

It's functioning is unknown to most

Her fears are irrational

Scared of a rat, but neither snake nor ghost

On a scale of one to naive

She's pretty damn gullible

But a lesson once learnt

Is engraved in her soul forever

She's an abyss of thoughts

It wouldn't be wrong to call her a worrier

When it comes to people she loves

In the realm, she stands like a warrior

I shall now serve you the secret

Perfectly arranged in a tray

This 'she' likes to call herself

Exclusively, J.