The beauty of a soul
She is the lover

Within a haze of pure hate
Wild in sketched greens

The dodgy image of her carers
Vile are their being

She lands within a world
She creates

Make a song
Out of glass thrown at her

She is the abused
That can give love

As there remains a divine presence
Within her circle

The places
Left unthought of

Some areas of the mind
Left to miss all that is known

Ambiguity learning ambition
Of all fears undone

The special places
Left without visits

She sits
Smiling at the days

Like a little child
Yet you hold her

Touching her waist
Like the woman

You hold in your bed
For each day

She is innocence
That you so sultry

Would release her
A world of passion

She sees in you
The lap She sits on

You see in her
The woman you hold