She is as gentle as a spring breeze on warm sunny day.
And yet her touch destroys my enemies as they endeavor to enslave me.
She is softer than a kittens breath that sighs content in blissful slumber.
And yet, she is as hard as steel when protecting me in battle as armor that will not yield.
She is as delicate and frail as the soft wings of a beautiful butterfly.
And yet she is the back bone of my commitment to face and overcome all obstacles that come before me.
She binds my wounds when I am injured.
And yet she is not a doctor.
She mends my heart when it is broken.
And yet she is not a surgeon.
Her physical beauty is matched only by the beauty of her spirit.
In her eyes, I see a future that other men only dream about.
Her lips whisper to me of passions that only she can fulfill.
Her smile consumes my soul in flames that threaten to burn my flesh.
Her touch soothes the burning and quenches my thirst for her affection.
She is my "Angel of Mercy"
She is "My Dearest Love"
LISA
