She

She,
with a wisp
on her feet,
moving as if
she was a ghost,
makes me wonder
if that's how she feels...

She,
with her deep
way of looking,
mighty as
madness itself,
and more appealing
than a boiling storm...

She,
with her rather
elusive talking,
turning her into a mistery
intangible and desirable,
even more so 'cause of that
than for anything else...

She,
who is my
queen,
who is my
goddess,
and knows it
perfectly...

... It will always be her...