She was a lot of woman

 
She was a lot of woman,
without jewels to adorn her,
with laughter that overflowed,
and a spirit that never ceases.
Too funny
for the serious to watch,
mocking shadows and greys,
painting her world in watercolours.
Too strong for the lazy,
its steady gait, like a river,
that carries doubts and fears,
thousand storms in its will.
She was a sun that never hides,
with the brightness of a thousand stars,
her sweetness, a delicacy of life,
too much for so many louts.
The echoes of her laughter resound,
with a rhythm that intoxicates the air,
she dances among the stars,
and the world surrenders to her dance.
She was a lot of woman,
with a force that illuminates,
and in her being, a universe,
too vast for the divine frontiers.