She Is

She's a part of my spirituality. A gift of sunshine when darkness surrounds. A fire starter. It only takes a spark for her to ignite me. She's the staircase in my basement. The first floor of heaven, we're making penthouse moves. The Weezy in my hustle. The reason why my rhyme won't end. The east side to a better life. A star guiding an infant to a king. My Christmas gift every month to include December. A partner in crime for all time, in down time, no time, one second left or before the ball is tipped, she encompasses my entire existence. My queen of pop "do you remember the time?" See we needed then to have now. She's everything spiritual. My stairway to climb. A record deal I didn't need to sign. Pure platinum, she hangs on our wall. My song title. The author of my greatest hit. She's the connection of chronological order Nostradamus could not predict. She is that which establishes me. The fulfillment of God's need. My queen, better known as my best friend. From ***** spirituals to the "reason why I sing." Take her out the picture and Technicolor would not have been invented. It's black and white really. She's my fifty shades of grey. A treasure recaptured after disaster, can't lose her. She's worth the fatigue you get from holding on with a cliffhanger grip. She is, she is, she is so that I could be... It was God that told me.