She does not know what she does to me
whenever she is in my sight, how she makes me
me feel like I am spinning in the wind, like I can
vanish into the distant galaxies of your masterful
existence, an elegant lady bursting with fascinating
lyrics to a blazing anthem, glorious lines to a poem.

I want to be buried in her love language, feel her plantation
making my heart rise like high flames in the night,
longing to her home, a place where I can escape
to and rest in her amazing arms, her calming voice
bringing me the greatest joy on Earth.  She is soft
and sensual, a lovely flower in my eyes that blossom
in the sunshine, every time I stare at her fabulous masterpiece,
the wings of a white dove flying into my wondrous view.