She.

When each passing fable is not so similar
She brings a new smile back to life
And for days that have passed with every inch of your skin
The hearts shine brighter than the moon
With perfect freckles and even more perfect sins
She rises into an unsettled aliveness and think a little less
For you know that the sunset will be less painful this time
Resisting, but also gladly she fits pleasingly in that dress
Such was the room, with you and her gaze on you
Probably that was how time of their words flew.