She moves,

She moves,

With an easy grace,

Every single movement,

Unique in time and space.

She smiles,

And my heart beats,

In time with the rhythm

She has given me.

She sings,

And I sing with her,

As we dance in time

To the music of a samba.

She laughs,

A champagne melody,

That bursts into the room

A gift from her to me.

She cries,

With an easy hurt,

At all the wrongs that

Keep the poor down in the dirt.

She sighs,

At every wonder,

When people raise themselves,

From being held under.

She prays,

That wrong will turn to right,

In the final days,

When darkness

Falls to light.

She is,

The stone that blunts the knife

She is love,

And hope,

She is life.