To oceans that sway at her feet, clouds that melt in her mouth
Trees that whirl at her sight, the earth that swoons at her touch
Her scent that pervades in the air that you breathe
Constellations that fathom into her being
Love that resides in her heart, fear that rests in her mind
Her eyes divine and holy, two sable crystals in a sky full of milk
Her lips pagan and profane, like pomegranates ripe and rotten
The blush of her cheeks, like blemishes on a silk scarf
Her smile that enchants you, that you wish was yours or she was yours
All music that lowers to diminuendos and all senses that nether to bliss
Her presence that is all-encompassing, her attitude dulcet and demure
Her valley is the valley of love and worship that smells of zest and warmth