When while my mind dwells only upon a shadow,
I wake to the beauty of her elegance.
While when her repose does cause me a stir
I realize the gift is simply knowing her.
When tomorrow I wake with a private tear alone
I will remember soft the delight in smile
While another day begins with new concentration
I can feel soft the ache in my heart is sweet.
If one might suggest a self-righteous attitude to dwell,
than all my love for her becomes a quest.
For it is the magic she provides in her certain energy
gives me strength to know she is elegance.
For her is a need to understand her matriarchal love,
I am then bound to provide such is freedom.