To her... my writing is scripture, my speech is epiphany, my music is the sound that our souls dream of when they sleep... To her... my eyes are crystal balls foreshadowing the future of the world, my lips are the eyelid of the sun, my ears are black holes attracting everything that passes it by to the hidden cosmos of my mind... To her... my touch is her heart beat, my scent is her oxygen, and the taste of my tongue is her risk and reward for eating from the tree of knowledge... To her... my strength is a weakness without control therefore she remains fragile in hopes to prevent me from ever losing balance within myself... To her... my anger is molten magma yet she stays for from its charred remains are the most fertile soils made... and she'd rather go hungry today in order to garden a purer food4thought tomorrow than she sought as nourishment yesterday... To her... I am always more than I am and never less than I was... To her... even my most hurtful words are received with Love... To her... enough is never enough... almost is never most all... and everybody else is an impossible comparison to you and I... To her... want to do's are yet to do's, should have done's are couldn't have done's, and need to do's are in the process of being done... To her... I am the one, I am the single addition that can continually take her to infinity, the complimentary 180 to her straight-line identity that allows us to reach 360 degrees, the focal point from which our disc rocks and tilts creating at its axis the spherical swirl of our own personal world that she has prenamed Passion's Paradise... To her... my dreams are her dreams and her dreams are my visions that keep me awake at night in thought of how genuinely I desire and jus_what I can do to make them become Truth... To her... I am the lock box to her heart, the combination to her soul, the secret password to her inner chambers from which she has the power to create life... (pause)... I am to her, jus_what she is to me... an unpronouncable word that only diety's speak... and even when they do, they whisper it as to not taint the pureness that has jus_spilled forth from their lips... jus_for the sake of her... for to her... innocence is not ignorance and life's lessons bring you closer to the joy of childhood rather than take you father from it... for to her... opposite ends are perfect compliments that create a balance from which no one can fall and all can rise... for to her... the world still exists pure, ripe, untouched and unplucked from the finest garden of the heavens... for in her... Hope, Faith and Love still reside bravely, bruiseless, blameless... for in her... I find a spirit chosen as the one to be pleasured with the first bite of forever...!!!