In her arms I renew, in her mercy
Giving me gossamer wings, flight
In her care I will heal, in her grace
All the things wrong made right
I dream of her, in exquisite detail
There I'm in her sacred presence
Where my soul will find delight
Not for our many erotic moments
Nor feelings of romantic desire
Only in her comfort in the night
When I reach for her and I know
In pitch black darkness, I'm blind
Her soul shines in the brightness
With her guidance, I will grow
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart
whispers back.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
At the touch of a lover,
everyone becomes a poet.” Plato
