She moves as the wind
Chilling me to the bone
As she touches my mind
Flows through my flesh

She is the summation
And the intersection
Of all that is divinely
And gloriously, woman

With a glance, I am shaken
With a touch, surely taken
To the center of her heart
To the warmth of her soul

She moves as the wind
And, I, as the tree, dance
In the beauteous mystery
That, in her, is woman