Her

Sunlight touches her hair, caressing.
Cool breeze blows the leaves,
Twirling them around her feet.
Her toes sink into the soft grass hill.

A flower gliding on the breeze, falls.
Drifting slowly into her arms,
Outstretched before her body.
Her look of wonder a beauty to behold.

She sings as sunset comes, melodious.
Her voice that captivates souls,
Entrancing the listeners around.
Animals from the forest emerge as one.

Such wonder in one angelic woman, lady.
The Gods themselves fall down
On their knees, at her feet.
Unbelieving of their perfect creation.

This lady holds a part of me, forever.
She does not know but in her
Hands she carries my heart.
Though I cannot give her all she needs.

KC - 17/7/05