Forevermark

It was her,
Always, her.

The warmth in her love,
A cradle, bestowed.
An innocence as a dove,
A divinity, assured.

The bite at her lips,
A lure, so inevitable.
The sway of her hips,
A beauty, so desirable.

The care even apart,
A blessing, yet disguised.
The love, still, in her heart,
A truth, yet undecided.

It is her,
Her, forever!