What She Can Do.. Poem by James Enoch

what she can do

she was there from the start, since I was minimal,
since it all sparked, until I reached my pinnacle,
when I was feeling dark, like cold winter blue,
she picked up my parts and left no residual,
and even that day when my heart grew cynical,
she was there to mend it, she's an art, she is pivotol,
she is as essential as vitamins and minerals,
what did I do to find this divine individual,
let's not mind the time, let's not define what is pitiful,
let's not mind the humanity, or define what will damage me,
just take my hand you see? let's climb to the canopy,
time to make a man of me.

gotta keep my mind level, let my soul be my teacher,
not let my mind meddle, when my soul tries to reach her.

So I cease, as I revel in her features,
I release the devil and all his creatures.