Adorned

The gods adore her, adorned her with beauty
Man sees her, ceases the opportunity
Woman envies her, envisions her sways theirs
I love her, move the heaven and earth for her.

She was never made to be like all
Harsh to the world she seems
Sweet and tender she is inside
Not fazed by the compliments
Maintained that which is sacred to her

Drenching with sweat
The runs she longs for bitter sweet
Adrenalin pumping out of every inch of her
Fine curves sculpted into perfection
Men can only think perversion

The muse and inspiration
Lines can’t be defined
Is it a love for a sister
Envy the body and mind so sinister
Improper love and unwanted desire

Love it is, pure, untainted
No need to cross the lines
It is as it should be
This love can’t be lost
Even when not cherished
Its not phased by lack of voice
Conversations take place in silence
In the comfort of the heart
No need to be heard
Where it matters, it is known
And if it isn’t so
It’s still not lost.