She is indeed a lady
more beautiful than white,
than lenient red’s flare,
in colors of the heart and of her smile.
With my love enfolding her
and my warmth the source of her life,
with my passion gearing
and my heart to hers symphony eternal.
She is indeed a lady
And I am indeed a man,
and in Transparency in a picturesque tapestry,
being the other unto her hand.
And unto my other is her heart,
With her hand on my left hand,
All in white, in the paroxysm of thoughts,
in the third junction of my mind.
- September 5, 2006
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