Delicacy of the Soul

There she is standing, Standing like heavenly statue, A statue beautified by pure gold, Gold from heavenly treasury. She smiles gorgeously carrying away all the pain in my heart, Again, she smiles exquisitely and my soul is carried away, Carried away into the realms of true romance, Romance that scarcely dwells in infatuation. She brings her hand to shake mine, Mine in hers and they rest into each peacefully, The warmth in her palms, The softness of her paws, Brings a total rare strength in my bones. She is lovely beyond measure, Her charms are beyond pleasure, She worthy than a golden treasure, She isn’t for leisure, But for a lifetime joy. She is the delicacy of my soul.