posted by wordbender
She warms my heart, and does inspire
Bending words as she bends water;
Yet no words carry, nor mean whatever;
In her embrace none else does matter….
She calms my storm and holds me near;
She does not run away in fear,
Despite this tornado in me,
Accepts, encloses me completely,
Until the rage at last subsides;
Within her cœur, coeur my soul resides.
From Devil’s grip, she sets me free.
I meet her in my Inner Room; then,
Smiling gently, blushing sweetly,
She embraces me all over again.