She's the sun that warms my skin
She's the air I breathe
She's the beat of the heart within my chest
She's the shepherd of my dreams
She's the window through which I see our world
She's the soil that nurtures my seed
She's the method behind my emotions
She's the vivacity that spurs my creativity
She's the repository of my deeds
She's the foundation of my memories
She's the covetous object of my intentions
She's the Circe in my Odyssey
In all creation she is but one...
mesmeric eyes, a saucy gait, a roguish smile
She's the eternal proprietor of my soul
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PoetryA series of poems and prose around caring for my best friend and wife.
