I wandered into a forest today, not knowing what I would find What I beheld at its very centre was my own heart entwined Betwixt mine own disbelief and between my utter fear At first I thought mine eyes to lie, for I saw unclear The forest was not my only host, for I sensed another Lurked at its depths, and yet all around, was this nature’s mother Whispers soft on the air, a voice that breathed my name But I knew not of this forest, nor of its mother’s game The wind caressed my cheek, and moved the hair from mine eyes It was warm to the touch; it was her in disguise The breeze flowed gently and ran her soothing fingers through my hair I gasped in bliss and closed my eyes as vanilla filled the air Sweet honey, lilac, and smells of jasmine overthrew my senses Drunk on perfumes of ecstasy I put down my hearts defences She felt my heart exposed to her, and began to drop her windy cloak From air to mist, I saw her form, then saw her body, from mist to smoke Clouded, my mind all was, for she was fully covered in new drape I strived to make out her image, for I saw only the faintest shape Thirsting to know her true look that was, from smoke, beyond She saw me parched, so led me to drink the water from a pond I cupped my hands, imbibed in trust, and at the pond I stared And suddenly, into her gaze, our eyes became as paired From water, rose she; eyes focused, she looked uponeth me Stunned, I watched; was though she rose a maiden from the sea Her green eyes saw mine eyes ablue, as we saw eye to eye As though the forest, with her sweet smile, looks upon the sky But sky, as blue as these eyes, squinted to see the maiden none I closed my eyes against a light, shining as bright as the sun The light dimmed enough so that I could see a gleaming glare The light from whence mine eyes retreated had done so into her hair Golden curls ablaze, the forest palace lit up in rejoice Silence fell on treetops listening to hear her peaceful voice A rouge lined her thin lips, and formed a subtle grin And in an instant my heart seized and wrenched deep within Emotion coursed through my veins, passion’s fury arage She was a Paige to my desire, yet of my zeal she was sage Of foggy eyes my mind was lifted, for I beheld the dawn Her beauty was all I wanted to see and look upon Who is she but woman, the mother of creation, Of wisdom, thought, feeling, and of grand elation She is insight into the heart, and insights in men a storm She is reason to give up logic and let emotion be the norm She is fiery in her wrath, but is unfair: never She can live a short life, or choose to last forever She the teacher, and I the student, learning at my side Professing love and trust; in her my heart confides My fury cooled to a calm with the touch of her soft hand And delight stirred inside me, more than I could stand I did not deserve such grace of hers, for she is without flaw I am but a lowly poet who can only record what he saw I take solace in knowing she enlightens those who heed her And that in short time the world we know will most surely need her What a day it is to meet perfection, on this I often ponder To a forest, she gives me reason, to think and to wander I wandered into a forest today, and it was better than it often seems For I found the purest form of beauty: the perfect woman of my dreams