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.