She is my North Star, my own Polaris, a bright moon

To guide me in the darkness;

She is my Rosetta Stone, my key to unlock my deepest secrets

and open my mind to the new and exciting;

She is my Holy Grail, a treasure that gives me sustenance and

makes the cold morning dewfall warm;

She is a rare and precious diamond cut exquisitely, she is

more beautiful than the Acropolis or the Parthenon;

She is a wonder of the world, that beholding leaves me as breathless

as reaching for air in a humid and arid desert.

She is my Pandoras box, the unpredictability of a close tornado

Where every direction is a new journey of exploration.

She is my here and now, my everything, my joy and my passion

My friend, my lover, my soul.

My North Star, my own sweet Polaris.