The Makings of Her

Serenity- it's the assurance my mind has,
the endurance of her companionship and faithfulness. The providence of heaven,
a safe haven for my heart and conscience.
The potency of how her mind speaks to mine.
Knowing truly that she is mine.
Beauty so divine, together grafted to the Vine.
She brings with her sanity and serenity

Madness- it's the uncertainty my mind has,
the craziness of her company and character.
The fulness of joy and  blessing,
sadness she lifts from a burdened soul.
The cogency of how her roar echoes with mine. Congenial souls whipping up a storm.
Strength divine, siamese branches of the Vine.
Fine granules of madness.

Love- it's the undeniable beating of my heart,
the yearning for her faithful friendship.
A burning gift of heaven,
the fiery learning of my heart and soul.
The cadency of her heart beating with mine.
With God to intertwine.
Hues of beauty divine, forever co-heirs in the Vine.
A cord of three in Love.

These are the makings of her,
Today the beginnings of her
serenity, madness and love.u

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By Simbarashe McNorris Hakata