So much more to her.

There is so much more to her,

than just

her pretty face.

Than just

her hearty smile.

She bleeds away her past,

but the memories stay.

It pierces her heart;

There is so much more to her,

than the love and care she carts.

The spectrum of colours, 

means all the world to her.

And the black and white and grey; 

bring misery, I say,

misery, 

'pon her.

She splashes happiness all 'round;

There is more to her than just,

the two yard floor

to which

she's bound.

For she plays with them 

(colours),

and they spell the 

brightening,

of her soul.

There is so much more to her than struggle,

for,

the lame academic goals.

Thyself means nothing to her,

nothing she thinks

of thyself, sure.

Collectively, the essence of her

(beauty)

is thoroughly unique;

'tis thoroughly pure.

There is so much more to her 

than just

the pain, yes, her pain,

that needs cure.

There is so much more to her,

than just

her pretty face.

Than just

her hearty smile;

'tis her eyes that speak,

'tis them that hide.

'tis them that drown,

'tis them that cry.

There's so much more to her, 

so much more you find,

there's so much depth, 

you see, within.

'tis her eyes.

Her eyes.

Her eyes, herein.