What is it you wonder? It is she.

I see words written only to me.

Deep is her heart where she be.

Through my heart runs the fingers of she.

Not of anger nor of pain do I see.

It is the sight from God of her, of she.

It is in all ways that I wish for all of she.

Not in one way; I want thee.

To let her give up is not up to me.
Her pain do I share; to leave her to hide then who would I be?

It is the hand of God through me who lifts up she.

As close as I am and much do I see.

To endlessly love is all that is me.

How do I do it? How can I be?

I gave it to God now I trust He.

How does he deal with it? aks she.

As God as my witness with all that is me..

Why does she run? If this I could see.

How must she deal with feelings of me?

Honest is she if only she'd see that pain is this life until
given to He.

Spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically are what
makes she.

Already accepted have I this she that she be.

No one am I prouder, the one only she.

Claim her I have and claim her I will for God for me, for
love and for she.

She is a drive of my life and of me.

In my life she will ALWAYS be.

I want to be hers and she to be mine; to her I give me.

Hopefully through this it is clear to see how I see me and
how i see she.

Finally God this prayer do I make; take of me and give
strength to she.

That someday we'll find that she has me and I have she.