She is the soul she is the spirit
\nEternity was hers to hold
\nShe plucks all my tender heartstrings
\nOn her beauty I be sold
\nGenuine well documented
\nTo endure her is for me
\nLife itself and breath beyond
\nIt pervades all that I see<\/p>\n
On the path through mossy magic
\nA spectre of the phantom kind
\nJust to be within that bubble
\nReally she just blows my mind
\nThe natural witch is always with me
\nIn the forest I can feel
\nEverything that she creates there
\nEverything for me is real<\/p>\n
To say I love her is a statement
\nMeant to conjure all I see
\nShe resembles every pattern
\nEvery picture there could be
\nA parable of such reflection
\nEvery shadow is her smile
\nShe is my creative wisdom
\nSomewhere I can stay awhile<\/p>\n
I would be her ghost forever
\nIn her moistness I could see
\nAll her true organic matter
\nEvery plant form every tree
\nShe is the nucleus of my being
\nThe vital spark the artery
\nFor my allotted span my wishes
\nAre to invigorate constantly<\/p>\n
She is the luxuriance
\nThe lushness my florescence
\nLike a nymph I am humbled by her
\nPussy willow common sense
\nLichen puffballs so much fragrance
\nWhat I see I breathe I feel
\nEvery spell she ever thought of
\nIs within me and is real<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She is the soul she is the spirit Eternity was hers to hold She plucks all my tender heartstrings On her beauty I be sold Genuine well documented To endure her is for me Life itself and breath beyond It … Continue reading