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That she bends;
She becomes the power
That she sends;
She becomes the healing that mends;
She becomes the lover that tends;
She becomes the tenderness that she shields;
She becomes the weapon that she wields.
She becomes the blood that flows
Through me as our Liebe grows;
She would not bend it
But would defend it,
As though her own depends on it….
She is the dancer who becomes the dance;
She is the spell who becomes the trance;
She is the sifu who becomes the way;
She is the daylight who becomes the day;
She is the shower
Who becomes the rain;
She is the flower
That soothes my pain;
She is the artist who becomes the art;
And of me she has become a part--
So inseparable;
So dependable
Is she who has blossomed in my heart.
Bending words as she bends water;
Yet no words carry, nor mean whatever;
In her embrace none else does matter….
She calms my storm and holds me near;
She does not run away in fear,
Despite this tornado in me,
Accepts, encloses me completely,
Until the rage at last subsides;
Within her herz my soul resides.
From Devil’s grip, she sets me free.
I meet her in my Inner Room; then,
Smiling gently, blushing sweetly,
She embraces me all over again.
