Her vibe is my tuning fork
that harmonizes me with the universe.
Her smile is my sunrise
for greeting every new day.
Her eyes are my lighthouse
for when darkness descends.
Her eyebrows and eyelashes are
my image of perfection.
Her hand is my lifeline
when I’m drowning in the flotsam and jetsam.
Her touch is my warmth
that melts the cold, cruel world.
Her embrace is my protective shield,
warding off all that harms me.
Her fur-babies are my playmates
who spark my joie de vivre.
Her sister is my human revolution,
fostering my acceptance with clear boundaries.
Her family is my tribe
of young ones always growing.
Her sense of justice is my measuring stick
of what is fair and what is right.
Her brilliance is a vision
that becomes mine, once materialized.
Her space is my palace
which she built and I inhabit.
Her pain is my marathon
of forbearance and compassion.
Her laughter is my undoing
when I am bound up too tightly.
Her presence is my compass
on the path unfolding.
Her love is my heart,
a home in every eternal moment.
