She Is...
She is the toxic fume that in habits my lung.
She is the parasite that dwells inside.
She is the inspiration for life.
She is the cause of death.
She is the spring from which love flows.
She is the birth place for hatred.
She is the earth and the sky.
The heaven and the flames of hell.
She is my passion, my obsession, my love,
My hate, my blood, my body, my heart,
soul, birth, life, death, emotions.
She is my world.
She is my written word.
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2006
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