A budding flower,
I egress on the ol' soul retreat,
Where the sun is hot and pleasure tastes sweet.
A busy bee making friends with all that i meet,
While harnessing the power nestled in my own two feet.
She is spontaneous, the spirit that resides.
The emperess i love most, but whom often hides.
Adventurous, as she explores new depths inside.
Fresh squeezed freedom,
Days that taste like lemonade,
All the while disobeying lifes civil masquerade.
Self-discovery,
Illuminating forgotten dusty doors,
Shackles of responsibility breaking loose,
My wild lion heart roars.
The feeling of stepping on a one way flight,
A jelly fish adrift a cool current,
Flowing night after night.
Unlocking ingredients of the person within,
As my inner goddess smirks at me with a welcoming grin.
                            Free,
                               Free to Be,
                                  Free to Be Me
Wild locks, tanned skin with a tooth-full smile,
She sees something in her reflection she hasnt seen in awhile.
Forgive me self, for i have sinned
I let myself forget the refreshing feeling
Of the mountain top wind.
-D

So I give her the world.
Why shouldn't I?
She has given me the best of her.

So I honor her wishes.
Why shouldn't I?
She has from the first day been in my corner.

Never waver from it.
And I'm proud to say to the work I love her.
Besides saying she is my woman.

So why shouldn't I?
Place her upon a pedestal.
She is my Queen and my Emperess.
No one title strong enough for her.

So why shouldn't I express her worth to me?
She is the type of lover/woman every good man needs.
Even the bad has one someone they adored