Her spirit is as gentle as the echo of a whisper
her presence as commanding as the roar of a thousand lions.
She speaks volumes without uttering a single word
and in half a smile she’s hooked you in.
The strength of who she is holds no measure
with wisdom as rare as the bluest of moons
to know her is to know the feel of a long and warm embrace
and to be loved by her goes beyond the expression of any words.
She touches you and you are lost
Unrecognizable to anyone, you melt into her beckoning
And with the sweetest glance she owns you
Whatever the price to be her’s is what you’ll pay.
Her gaze is striking and yet it is ever so sweet
She has no need for superfluous expressions
What she must say is expressed quite clearly
In the simple gesture of her reaching for you.
And so to her you go, sliding into her grasp
your composition changing, however slowly,
you meld into her soft authority and in that act
you have become what she orchestrated you to be.