Who Is She

My mind is thirsty for her, I search her in the sky, I can hear the sound of her legs everywhere. That's why my mind is always cry. Sometimes she peeps into my thirsty mind, Sometimes she comes to me in my dream, I can feel she is not far behind. I can also feel she is floating over the airstream. she is not a crooked woman, In the light of the darkness, She treats me as like as a clergyman. I can see someting is shining on her face called shyness.