like the rain and sun, she nourishes me
with water from her tears and the fire of her love.
her light in my world’s night allows me to see,
hear her raise love’s vibration to a higher octave.
with water from her tears and the fire of her love
my emotional desert became a garden of roses.
i hear her, raise love’s vibration to a higher octave,
now my soul longs to sing all the love songs she composes.
my emotional desert is now a garden of roses,
how her nature mothered it, the subject of many tales.
now, my soul longsings every love songs she composes
except… when she takes my breath away, when… my voice fails.
how her nature mothered it is the subject of many tall tales,
i could seek for ages, searching for words to express this.
instead I accept it, she takes my breath away, my voice fails
ma’at reciprocates my surrender, seals my heart with a ‘blessed’ kiss.
i could search, through the ages, seeking words to express this
how… her light, in my world’s night… allows me to see,
ma’at reciprocates, my surrender seals my heart, a ‘blessed’ kiss…
she’s the rain, she’s the sun… she… nourishes me.