Gossamer Strength

You move like a butterfly when she is dancing on a rose.

wings touches with the delicate insignificance of feathers against the new formed velvet petals of the bloom.

Your laughter, oh so sweet, like the sound of wind chimes,

swinging opulently, musically to the tune of the summer’s blow.

It is the same girdle of lights of an ethereal weight as though carrying away the darkness.

Your touch as light as the breath on face.

a feather floating on a current is an example of push technology.

a reiteration that there is power in tenderness.

Your words are like dew on a spider web.

glistening with unspoken emotions,

each one of them is a world in a state of some discovery.

You are a certain type of a person that I cannot fully understand my dear.

a Brilliance of calm fury.

a citadel made of porcelain.

a headache of a tune, a lullaby hummed in the face of the moon.

And in your delicate essence, Sporting the soul of beauty’s mystery, Whether you be Goddess or a witch, Just be yourself for me, my lady.

I discover a passion stronger than any storm.

You move through life like a ballerina on stage performing on her pointe shoes.

tiptoeing over cracks,

hence, yet creating a voice that signifies power.

Your spirit,

a bee flying from one bloom to another,

pursuing sweetness all around our daily lives.

This has the effect or reminding me of a beauty in the triviality of life.

Your tears,

like the first drops of rain when there is a drought so rigid.

purging the world and thereby initiating a brand new colorful life.

Your smile,

a sunrise before the horizon.

driving away the evil and giving colors to the world and painting them with the colors of hope.

You are a masterpiece,

my dear precious threads of the silken web of openness and durability which is the passion of our marriage.

It is a melody that is delicate and at the same time immortal.