She is the voice of my own soul,
my secret, sacred sorrow.
She is the day for which I long
to dawn on me tomorrow.
She is the breath that beauty breathes
beside the deep blue ocean.
And like a wistful, wild gazelle
her grace evokes emotion.
She is the silver moonlit beams
that met to merge and mingle
to form a precious pool of pearl
to succour me when single.
She is the sweetest summer breeze,
with kisses true and tender.
Like searing, soaring, scorching sun;
she shines sublime with splendour.
She is the space between the stars
that’s still, serene and silent,
where galaxies do gleam and glow
In void that’s never violent.
She is the statue stepping down
to live in land of shadow,
with body, breath and beauty’s form
from goddess she did borrow.
She is the sound of singing birds
on sunlit summer morning:
the world, with light and loveliness
so beautifully adorning.
She is the sweet serenity
beside the sounding seashore.
For now and for eternity:
the girl I love and live for!