Nobody makes the pains cease.
With her charisma, there is change,
because with her, I am pleased.
Hurricanes of sadness become deceased.
Her salient smile is my serenity.
Nobody can fill the void,
eating away at my being
with its heartless droids.
Her majestic beauty
leaves me breathless.
Just talking to her
causes me to feel like I’m in heaven.
Her glistening image is holy.
Nobody ever really helps.
In this fiery hell,
I feel like I’m by myself.
Although I’ve yet to hear her speak,
her voice is probably more dulcet,
than the noise of harmonious bells.
Her sweet soul of grandeur
says more than words could ever tell.
Your uncanny spirit
lifts my incapacitated spirit
high and well.
Nobody cures my feeling blue
A thousand mortals surround me,
but not one can understand
my point of view.
When things become chaotic
she’d stick by and see me through.
Goddess, you’re my muse.
You’re the type of woman
one would dream
of walking with down the pews.
Brighten my day like you always do,
filling my day with joy infused…