" The Wonder of Her"

 The Wonder of Her

The wonder of Her I do not know

But, oh, so dearly, wish it so

Her magic ripples through the air

The wonder of it leaves you bare

But, oh, I wish it so

To say that She is made of lace

Fulfilled in elegance of grace

Begins the loving, slow

I know, deep down, the wonder lies

That I would never compromise

But, oh, to revel in Her grace

Raise the tide to loving pace

Is all that I would know

This may need work.  I wrote it in a moment, just a few moments ago.