Lost, yet found. The birth of her image evolves into a smile.
Generously pouring herself into my soul.
Where she dances to the rhythm of my heart,
composing every beat with her natural style.
As the kindness of her soul glows with each breath she takes,
all that is left: I am but a witness.
A witness to…. what she breathes, to what lies beneath,
a compassionate, warm-loving, blessed and able heart.
One that most dream about, some talk about and few meet.
Her thumping heart breathes into the lives around her, filling the air with joy and truth.