Centres: Mountain

What is a mountain seeming, but immovable

But by force of will, beauty held within beauty

I’ll ask her heart within, to draw on my humanity

And she’ll love me, she has to, loving fluidly

And I’ll bend to her like a tree, in forgiving

And she’ll perceive my spirit kneeling

At the feet of her seat, to touch her, I’ll ask her

Come with me, my bright green armour

Kiss her journey to me, her flight to my kiss

Twin spirits, fountain of poetry in waterfall

From where she can move, forgiven

Bend to me, where two mountains meet

And I’ll tell her I love her always, her my bliss

And the mountain see, beauty held within