For one woman, I am her true hero,
Have I met her yet? I do not know.
She is the one, and I am her zero,
My nothing is her everything beau.
Her divine feminine is of my dream,
My divine masculine is of her God.
This woman and man form steam,
Our passion is not a false façade.
We do not mask the truth together,
Openly, we display our love divinely.
Navigate clear and stormy weather,
Our lives merging purely and finely.
I drink her in as sipping a fine wine,
My soberness lost from her beauty.
Tasting her unique flavor is a sign,
It brings me to earth; she is my duty.
Our lips meet, the sparks fly astray,
As if the pearly gates opened wide.
I often with her, forget what to say,
We are the ebb and flow of the tide.
God brings us together woman and man,
It is all written as part of His divine plan.