Innocence as Priceless

She walks the isles unpretentious

She drinks her Vodka with unabashed modesty

She adorns her body with jeans, t-shirts, and no jewelry

She aspires none of the chic ways

She gives freely of her earthy right and wrong takes

I walk in her shadow of shared beauty

I see what others may ignore of her Summa Cum Laude intellect

I hear what others may deem an innocent voice

I taste of her sweet breath and natural sensuousness

I feel her warm and gentle touch

I smell her essence of earth and ethereal purpose

I understand how her self-image as innocence is priceless

I know who I love