On such a way that her touch calms the things that give to chaos,
As tidal waves of them come she but waves and wash,
They vanish as phantoms do in foresty nights,
Give way again to sultry sights,
Oh how she has me in such bindings,
To come to mental acuity of those findings,
That in her grasp I am not victim nor slave,
I am no mindless toy, or royaltys knave,
For she my queen holds me to kingly heights,
The demons she stares down and dares them to start fights,
The days limited in number but greater accumulation of lifted emotion,
The way she holds me as does a caring ocean,
The vastness of her wisdom at core of best of wants or needs,
For even she to God in my case pleads,
That bad days of unholy night turns to moon lot romances,
No more of anxietys deadly lances,
But a calm mind, with better words, In this world my heart she holds,
That past mistakes are not lakes, but tiny creeks that seem to bold,
But alas looking at the past now, it lesson after lesson from divinity,
That those days where a learning session not my enemy,
And all I see ahead is a life in love led,
Communicative talks with my head in lap in bed,
About dinner, my day, and how I've been,
No more emotional bandages in my head,
No more if tommorow ill be alive or dead,
Just the mind, body and soul to mend,
From this day until God says it is my end....