• She is the cry
    of the newborn child
    so innocent and full of life
    And She is the scream
    of the misunderstood teen
    so confused and full of strife
    Yet She is also the sigh
    of the old dying man
    so wise and soft as the breeze
    She is all of these things...
    and yet She is more.

    Her hair is brown
    like streaks of gold
    Her body leavesme
    lost for words
    With the face of an angel
    and the voice of a bird
    and eyes that melt me
    in Her arms

    I cannot imagine
    life without Her
    I hope She thinks
    the same about me.
    Her love is pure and true
    my heart is Hers eternal
    and our love will blossom forever.