She is the last
perfect -person – on earth.
She is..
The last person of perfection.
She is. All too exquisite.
She is. What she was… To become.
She is a magical majesty of flesh -angelic.
She is the only Reason
To
Ever.
Write.
She is.
She is a scent of sleep, dreaming
She ascends from sleep,
dreaming..
More intuitively,
she is
If I pray it may be to her who is.
She is Ecstasy as it spreads.
She is.
Ease in on her eye-beams they flooded my sight when I sought street
She saw to -it that we would
… Meet.
She is our magnificence, she is.
She has us tired with exhaust, lost in her expanse of heaven.
She is
Our heaven.
She is. –My Alaska.
My Grand Pa passed but she
keeps Smiling.
As though country Slow lets her.
Have this Luxury.
She is. My luck.
Surely
