She breathes into me

Like a gentle wind

On a hot summers day.

She feeds me all I need

And gives me all I like.

Filled with such a beauty,

I am never alone.

For words and writings,

No matter how old,

Will always be around.

She is the words on the wind,

She is words on the pages,

She is the words on signs,

And she is the words on our minds.

Without her, life would be empty,

And we would have no expression,

No passion and no way of ever feeling.

She is all that we ever felt and so much more,

She is my reasoning and my muse,

And she keeps me warm on the coldest of nights.