She’s magic to me
And that’s all that matters
She’s precious
like sun in daydreams
She’s hope and light
like the moon in nightmares
Her hands are rivers
To my fire
her lips water
For a mouth too long parched
There is dancing in her eyes
heat in her hips
A story in her walk
And peace falling heavy
From her perfect fingertips
Her face greets me at dawn
And settles me to bed
My soul is at ease
When she is around
My heart is pleased
When she is near
There is a quiet of spirit
So thick and rich
Any mortal could tear it
Which makes us fragile and brilliant
Hard-won and resilient
So until she welcomes me
Forget my name
And if I should die
Before she is mine
Don’t put a headstone on my grave
Just write patience in the earth
And let the rain wash it away
