Something in the way she moves that moves me.
Something in the way she sounds that keeps me.
Something in the way she smells that drunken’s me.
Something in the way she is that makes me.
She is a woman in all the ways a woman can be and in that being, I become a man.
She ignites my spirit and hers be ignited.
She inspires my toil and tote and in that the coming home is a gift.
I need her as much as I need air and I am satisfied with one breath.
She is my woman as I try to be her man.
Hardness misses me when I have her, my heart is feed, my soul is full and I want her again.
She brings me up, broken heart fixed, she leans on me and I am glad.
She is my woman and it’s something in the way she moves that moves me.
She counters my love as she races through my mind, she evolves my being as she engineers my world.
I love her and she is loved.