Who Is She?

This woman in female form that consumes my every waking moment Drives me to distraction balances my mind between coherence and border line insanity She is the embodiment of male fantasy the combination of evolving yet almost reaching the absolute perfection that has resisted nature from the creation of Adam and Eve. The air she breathes sweeter than the finest honeysuckle scent drifting on the breeze, the ground she glides on paved with falling rose petals as a gentle wind clears her way. Her very essence, her being, is enveloped in golden hew that moves through space and time and leaves behind a light of a thousand candles that nothing can extinguish. Smiling with an effect that even the sharpest intake of breath has a struggle to complete with all noise-abetted silence now ensues. The mouths of all around gap open at the shear beauty that now visits individual eyes. I move forward now my time has come we claim what is rightfully ours And merge together as one consciousness in a glow of eternal happiness That no man can ever divide.