Should She Speak

Her luscious lips tend several functions; a tender paradise to lay yours on, A salve to your heart's aches, A wily weapon for taking her stand, As well a purveyor of her mind's many wisdoms. Grateful winds carry forth her words. Bursting forth ever so caringly, from pink, perfect lips. As her sublime sound caresses the air, Peaceful perfection grips the atmosphere. Her words, her cries, her songs, In none lay any wrongs. A voice ferociously tender, pervading all existence, Breathing in life with faithful loving persistence. The common word bleakly educates the brain, her sounds sing serenely,not unlike the rain. Nurturing my heart, curing its pain, Gems born of air, nothing stays the same.