She is as the heart in mine chest Pumping mine cruor, She is the the Latin caress That maketh me feeleth newer,
She is mine lung's behind mine ribs To giveth me breathe, Til mine last day I shalt giveth all I hath left....
She is mine brain parked inside mine skull To giveth me brainwaves A life force Of God......
She is mine eyes to showeth me heaven She is mi amour' In angelic terms ( Elsa angelica, a soul so intrepid)
She is mine conscience In the darkness of night Turning bad dreams Into beautiful things, Giving day in mine fright...
Tis she is mine life I'll scribble this same type of love A many times over, That's just amour', something of above, not a place of man made gold and silver....