My Lady of Spirit

I cannot breathe, I only sit and sing, Singing and sitting have become such a bore, They only leave your behind sore, Oddly, if left alone for so long, Longings are only for kisses and song, A lady who passes along is a great gift for the heart and soul, For she offers me kisses and sweet melody, Her melodies are so illusive, So faint, they make me faint, She creates music without instrument, For she herself is an instrument, The sound of her kisses echo deep inside my ear, And melt like an incense endlessly into my spirit, I do not know this feeling, but I know her and I are in a marriage of spirits, We are me, we are her.