She is

She is

Images of her fill my thoughts
They consume my dreams
Set ablaze my fantasies
A Gobelin tapestry of fine bone-lace
Adorning the corridors of my mind
So vivid in color and detail
Each gossamer design captivates
Each color speaks volumes
The purity of her love holds me
So beautiful, innocent and true
She is my white lace
The touch of her hand soothes
Her voice calms me giving me peace
She is my azure lace
Her smile fills my soul with hope
A laughter that rejuvenates
She is my emerald lace
The taste and scent of her ignites me
My hands tremble my heart pounds
She is my crimson lace
Eyes that reveal past pain haunt me
Scars show her sorrow
She is my black lace
Bold and delicate she amazes me
A Beauty matched only by complexity
She is my lavender lace