Her smile was a white-hot beacon of warmth and care.
Her eyes spoke of talent, drive, and eccentric flare.
Her heart was wider than time and space itself.
Wrapped in purple, she was a beauty extraordinaire.
A delicate touch to inspire the future,
a diligent servant to secure the past,
a queen amongst many to satisfy the present.
Draped in white, she was perfectly made.
Thirty and eight was her time well spent,
though us lonely earthlings wanted more.
As sweetly as she'd entered our lives,
she quietly and beautifully slipped away.