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!