Yet Poem by Michael Webb

Casually natural
Reminds me of the stars
She glows
Always is factual
I can see her from afar
Her dress flows
Like an extension
Of her soul
Not to mention
Her eyes are full
As the moon at night
It drives me wild
The way she pulls me in
But not to close
In a world full of sin
She is a ghost
Not to say she's not alive
Just not to this world
But a spiritual one
When she flies
Her feathers glisten
One day
She will be my miss
I reminisce of times
When her and I
Kiss with open eyes
This lady is
Amazing
She drives me crazy
For no simple reason
But everything
About her is fly
Her roots run deep and wide
Her passion is equivalent
When she sleeps by my side
I analyze
How she truly is heaven sent
The strangest thing
About it is
I know her
Like I know no one else
But I just haven't met her
Yet