My Lady In Green 2 Poem by loic 'nexus' ekinga

Rushing winds come together at the call of purity and truth. Birds step lower on the earth to behold what by the creator is the beam of gentleness. A colour she wears like the silk of her skin, she is indeed the heart of the simplest of poet. Who out of of awe and passion writes this lines....

For her charm, i wish her good health. For her eyes so beautiful and pure which are pain to my soul when the doors are shut, i endure the fact and cannot stop beholding. Her pain is torture to my soul.

How can one describe her. So soft, so divine. The voice that calls shadows being and gathers nature in one submissive sheaf. A secret character like the depth of life has clothed her words, her walk and the music she bites between her lips like an apparel of distinction. I have fallen in love.

Hallowed be the creator of all flesh for making her of the finest dust of the earth. And besides death i do not consider life, i consider my lady in green. For in valleys where fields clap hands and hornets swiftly build castles, i am born from ashes as she, in green, approaches. Just with a smile as shallow waters, i fondly submit....

At midnight, i tell the abyss the strenght in her arms, my heart i've given to her. And sometimes the abyss like the brown in her eyes never believed me. Eyes. Eyes that fill themselves of me when the night is cold, when i see less of myself. I love this lady in green.

I cannot stop now. I have no heart left to feel and understand, she has stolen my reasoning. She is preferred by her creator, clothed with stars and beauty-to simple i am for her. But in dreams we dance until the sun falls off the sky and hornets let birds ride on horses to the valley of her mind.

O let wise men try to undestand what they beheld when purity and truth called and define love. For i may not be wise but i know what love is....

...Love is my lady in green.
Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth has spoken.