Breeze part one

Written by: Rebel Poet

She's like the breeze that puts me on ease
As she massages my sixteen degrees 
Of darkness she pleases every pigment of melanin in my skin
With her cores time is limitless, yes I must confess
For even if time had a limit, I would love her until my last breath
Covered in righteousness to the universe may I express?
That my love for her is the greatest, by becoming a beam of light
So bright that the blind would gain sight, the Sun would recite 
Sweet lullabies to the Moon in the night!