More Reason Poem by Jody Britoe

Her scent is of roses...sweet like wine
Down my throat I taste her,
Matured with time,

Her mind is of worth, yet priceless in standard
When one’s heartbroken,
No doubt she can mend it

Yes she is magic…she’s the supernatural
Beyond every thought,
That you think is improbable

Her walk is of elegance… no one can quite match this
She puts a spark to my heart,
Like the strike of a match stick

From the way that she holds me…to the way we connect
She makes me feel like,
We can never disconnect

Addicted to her presence…she is what is relevant
Worthy of her elegance,
None is more equivalent!

She gives me more reason… for breathing
More reason for dreaming…
You know what I mean…she really gives my life meaning