She didn't ask for much and she didn't expect much.
She loved loudly and lost silently.
She held on too strong and let go too loosely,
She dreamt. but her dreams were small.
But that was alright with her.
She didn't need Paris in the spring or emeralds upon her skin.
But,
Give her, bitter, lively wind in her hair and photo books filled with a life well spent.
She just wanted to live.
Not a crazy, rich or wild life.
But a simple life.
well, frankly,
well, frankly,
To simply live.
"To live life deliberately." she would say.
To live life deliberately, with this
brave and simple soul.