She Is

Like a bird to see her sitting, roses are of passions dream, in sight her flight. Butterfly's know her grace, touches many all, weeping softly, others without, it is sadly. Ants march to her smell, hidden never off to carry bubbles, her journeys path, is clear. Essenes of berries in her, moistness air laden dears follow, youth will, never currents to cross. raises wind, cover embodies still, covered up she, glories light golden, honey is her, in poise. Yet she knows, she fav'es him, his heart just bursts... It loves you just the way you are, it is such in love, it is so full of you it's crushed..to burst your sun. James McLain