The words aren’t coming out-

a kind of mental constipation.

When I think of her,

I’m speechless with infatuation.

Her eyes be jewels from heaven

and her hair be soft as snow.

Her words caress my mind

and make my thoughts glow.

Her patience, that of the moon-

hovering over a restless sea.

my waves ease quietly

under her gaze so lovingly.

her love, that of the sun-

indiscriminate in her tenderness.

she warms, even this bum,

in the radiance of her bliss.

She watches, patient and warm

over this stormy sea.

For she is no woman,

She is hope, shining eternally.