Pochahontas Poem by anteaus berryhill

I see her as my princess.
And to be honest.
I must digress.
In making a change in her life.
I'll help her fight her battles.
I'll help her through her struggles.
She Is a Indian princess in my dreams.
She is a reflection of the flow the river stream.
But when I touch her.
Her skin is soft as fur.
At night I can see her above.
And I am like a wolf howling for her love.
She is a free spirit that breezes with the winds.
A goddess that will never be a demise to my eyes.
She is like a warrior who is a strong independent woman.
Who seeks for goals in a pot of gold.
But the truth be told In the storm she will always glow.
She is a healing herb to my heart.
She have natural smooth hair like a stallion.
And shines like a fine medallion.