The woman that I love

On sun splendent days
When the warm breeze blows
And the grass sways softly
I see her through the glint

She's stiched in white
Gauzy, thin, and flowing
The sweet light shines from her neck
And the angel of summer wakes in her

This woman that I love
Knows to enjoy the breeze same as I
(For something this pleasant cannot be undervalued)
Lives in transendence
And knows that we feel all things together

I watch her hair catch the wind
Her breast swell with joy
Her smile catch fire
And I know she is the woman that I love

--
Humanista
...if I only knew her