The Song

She is a song  That beats with my heart.  That thumps my chest everytime to give me a heart beat.  By just the frequency in her voice's vibrations,  She hums out a Mantra everytime she speaks to me.  She is like that Tibetan gong, That when hit, it echoes infinitely.  The sound waves, are jus so perfect, they raid my spiritual being systematically.  She is a song.  Done with the instruments of her body.  A harmony In tune,  with the nightly sounds that vocally announce the presence of the moon. Her love predominantly mellowing to my blues days, like a Goddess humming a jazz tune. A song that outlasts any dj. Pre-dating the dust laying in pyramids. Way before mystic harps could be played by mermaids, She's been gracing me with soulful strums from the musical smell of the strands that make up her perfectly sequenced hair. Further than the first utter of language, way before tongues could be spoken by angels. She's been mixing, in and out fading... Her love for me magnetically. Syncing, into the depth of her oceanic speech... No wonder she's got me sinking, deeper into her eyes each time she speaks to me. Lord. . . She is a song  that inducts my neurological circuits all night long.  The sound echoing inside an atom to infinity.  The sound of the universe speaking to me.  Her name, moves me like the consciousness embedded in real hip hop. Gets my emotion, in motion... It never stops... It just never stops, the way she samples my hearts break beat. Putting it on eternal loop. I immediately provide an affirmative, as I nod and tap my feet. I love you, I love you, I love you... Are The words vibrating in my ear drums constantly on repeat. And with expanded Shakespearean notion I try to express that...  With your love dwelling in me, My soul will be like the songs sang by mountains... ROCK, and be like looping thunder... ROLL. And never stop.