"Thank You"

Wrote this a long time ago...makes me pretty sad finding this.

She holds a temperate mask,

ever so lightly with delicate fingertips.

She sings perfect melodies,

to sooth my sinful being.

Her sweet breath heals my wounds,

easing the memories on my sore shoulders.

Her endless words of perfection,

have become my eternal drug.

My once blind eyes,

have been cleansed to the beauty of this world.

My disease of depression,

has extinct leaving the remains of  tranquility.

She is the perfect missing puzzle piece,

to my now completed puzzle of life.