She

She’s a lily that blooms a year,
She’s madness in a woolen sear…
She’s all I am, all I can hear,
She’s my precious tear…

She’s breath and all that breathes,
She’s a raindrop in an angel’s teeth…
She’s life and all that heeds…
She’s her, and she’s all I need…

She’s a flower as I’m the bee,
She’s the root and I’m the seed…
Born is a slapping of love pure and deep,
She’s love, She ‘s my love indeed….

Reviews

[paddy d daly]

your little child? I understand how you feel, sometimes nothing else matters.