A Love Poem to Shay (Shay is for Sparrow)

For every question asked
she chimes in to answer -
or chirps,
because ideas
are like sparrows:
plump, brown,
short and stout,
like a teapot,
resounding in the
rapture of recognition.

She is powerful,
not only in voice,
but in body
and belief.
A paramount picture,
processed carefully
by those around her.
Perfect? Perhaps.

Proportioned
like a friend should be.