Ethereal

What great virtue does she possess Like a chivalrous heroin of old A commendable druidess What a beauty bold Her demeanor calm and demure Mellow is the air around her And not but a thought can obscure How lucky am I to be her sir Fluttering my heart does beat Godess she is, so Devine What I have I done to deserve such a feat I do not deserve to call her mine Heavenly she is, angel on earth Angels like her barely grace this world Her heart will always be my hearth Heart of mine she has unfurled The clouds part for her way My mind is whipped by her grace Many words I wish to say But am simply stunned by her beautiful face Tracing my fingers along her cheek Like charting maps of forgotten history Her love is my one and only peak What an odd beautiful mystery Wind sweeps through her world of peace One can only be hopeful to drown in her presence My worries she does cease My gift is her and my sustenance her essence For you I am but a simple messenger Like a white dove on a drift I am but a mere passenger My soul for her I will always sift *Co-author Atlas*