She Is

I have yet to touch her, nor has she touched me, we touch each other with knowledge and wisdom, vibrating divine energy. So physically I have not touched her yet. Of all the sweetest touches, I ever felt, from a distant place, she strokes my mind body and soul, and intellect.         I can feel her distant fingers fluttering upon my flesh, of all the sweetest touches I have ever felt.  She touches me the best.  She touches me upon the waking of dawn. Until my slumbering rest, she has become the blowing winds across my oceans of love.  She has become my dashing waves my crowning white crests. For every love lesson my heart has given. She has passed every test. Thoughts of her, has become a beating love song beneath my breast as I inhale her divine beauty with my every breathe.     She is my Queen seated upon. her heavenly annointed throne.  Her royal poems are stroaking my seeking mind with powerful melodic tones. Healing my sicken soul and weary bones.  She is my sweeeping Autum breeze, my life giving April showers.  My hot summer sunshine, she has become my heavenly scented blooming flowers.  She takes nothing from my exsisiting being, yet only adds to my God given mighty power. She is the ticking of my every thought, every second, every minute, every hour.   What more could I say? She is my night, my beautiful bright day. She is my esscence of love, my direction my way.