To The Anxious Thinker

She moves with a presence
Ethereal through time
Giving to me her love in prime
Using angelic hands
And a voice as soft as summer rain
She speaks to me
Each time I fall in love again

Holding herself above all
She acts as if divine
Like water resting above a rare wine
Unfettered by ideas of class
And any kind of race
She guides with me
Telling me not mine, but her place

She is the guardian against unkind
Wanting me to suffer no form of strife
She would lay in front of the knife
With a soul of white
And a heart of red
She eases my burdens
With more passion than ever before said

She is Aphrodite incarnate
A winged beauty of love
A gift bestowed by the above
It is as bright as the day
And as simple as the night
She loves me
She does so with all her might