She is the life of her man, the girl of his dreams, His beginning, his completion, his storybook themes, the glistening of her skin, so velvety to touch, Her gentle curls caress the outline of her blush, Her eyes tells of wanting, her lips pout in pleading, His essential-self surrenders, his whole self in needing her warm embrace, for her soul is his sun The mother of the living, the creation of us all In her there is no need, all of his wants been purchased Let his life be lived for she is the center of his worship.