She who

This is for her...
She who with gallant strides traversed the ruff terrain...
She who with the tailors twine woven with a vacuna frame...
She who with a sailors eyes envisioned the horizon seeing past a see of pain...
She with a heart touched by midas...
Kiss of a muse, Cezanne brush strokes paint a portrait of her likeness...
She is kindness, a gentle voice to guide a wide eyed blindness...
Timeless...
Exquisite...
Relentless in her pursuits and fragile in her commitments...
Beauty that knows no limits...
Pay any penance, Damn my eternity for just a few more minutes...
Seconds..
She whos flower bloom is itself a healing essence...
She who's radiance, tears touch then effervescence...
She who's soft tone provides slumber for a soul that's restless..
My words her message...
Her curves my obsession...
map every inch of her body simply from mental reference..
She has become my preference...
Any after she will merely be a mirage of her in a sweltering desert..