She Is My World Poem by gary morgan

Her body of water
How exotic it flows
Her hair of grass
How naturally it grows

Her eyes a journey
This road I shall follow
Her soul bleeds with beauty
But her heart of sorrow

My world is weeping
Because her core is polluted
The clouds are speaking
Her thoughts of a higher solution

Her thunder claps
Her volcanoes erupt
Now there’s a subtle silence
I think I’m all out of luck

Everything has stopped
Now suddenly there are no words to speak
Her heart has slowed down
While my heart skips a beat

Now in the universe
There is my world and me