simply satisfied by life
she sang songs that seemingly never ended
she was warmth in the winter when winds blew so cold that icicles formed on beating hearts
she was
dandelions dancing in a summers wind in the depths of december
she
was
everything that scripture said she would be
she was my rib
taken from the most tender moment
when i dreamed of life and life more abundantly
she was
sewn into the fabric of my being
before her
i was just
being
my life mimicked something seen on tv
i was that lie told when fantasy and reality blended
but she caused me to live
stretched my imagination past pseudo promises
tempted me to do better
because of she
i
do better
and its more than just sunday worship
because it is she
that i worship
she is my idol
eve to my adam
hera to my zues
sarabi to my mufasa
weezy to my george
florida to my james
clair to my heathcliff
angelia to my paul
queen to my kingdom
goddess to my soul
(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)
