Does She Know?

How I tremor at the thought of her touch

How I’d beg her to stay, of her there is never enough

My baby is the wind found on mountaintops,

she is the air prescribed as ancient remedy,

the light of the sun that beats upon crackled red dirt

and bore the breath that gave life to mankind

She is an oasis in my mind, I retreat to her visage

and gasp as she invigorates me each time.

And her smile. I cannot find words sufficient to describe,

I feel frustration at my mastery of only one language,

her hair grows towards her throne beyond our skies,

an angel that took a wrong turn and ended up here,

I would give up the piece of heaven found within her,

if she wished to return home

she inspires a feeling alike gazing upon earth from the outside,

knowing something bigger must exist, for she exists

And if she is real, then maybe, just maybe,

there is a God

I love you thank u