'She' Is the best of
gentle true hearts
She is a accustomed to
the wind and the weary
She is the earth
'the giver'
when I am tired,
she holds me when
I feel alone,
she loves me
when it is dark,
she is my light
everywhere she is
I feel her soft eyes
'pon me
she is the gift, the calm
my friend
I see her in understanding looks
with softened brows
she is everything, and everything
is she, created by and of love
I can not speak her name
I am only left with
'she'
My hearts true affection
she may never grace my sight
or touch
demonstrated by BE-ing
But she IS a warm
smile on my face
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