She
She is Light.
Pure and unblemished,
She is everything that I am not.
She is my anthesis.
The North Pole to my South.
She is a magnet that pulls all toward her.
She is Manna,
Sent by a God who sees fit
To gift me with her.
She is honey wine,
Her lips sweet and innocent
Yet knowing.
She is the Wind,
The fog that surrounds me clears
Beneath her force.
She is peace
She is Beauty
She is Pure
She gives herself to me.
Willingly
Trusting
Innocently
I do not deserve her,
Yet
I cannot deny her.
She redeems me,
With her eyes
Shining with devotion.
With love.
She is all that I am not.
I should run from her,
Yet,
I am drawn to her.
Like a moth to flame
Seeking the cleansing
That she alone can provide.
She is my life raft
In a sea of turmoil
I cling to her with all of my strength.
She is a Goddess
Of light
Of purity
Of love
She is my savior.
She is my reward.
