Lesbian Poetry

She is

She is the air that breathes life into this world.
She is the water that feeds the thirst of a dying man.
She is the fire that burns in the heart of desire.
She is the earth that bares the fruit of all knowledge.

She is the moon that pulls the tides of time.
She is the sun that stands alone in the center of it all.
She is the star that guides the lost to right.
She is the cloud that hides the face of the God.

She is my right, my wrong, my end, and my beginning.
She is my pain, my joy, my choice, my regret.
She is mine, and at times, she is not.
She is lost within me but never forgot.