Photo credit; Maxim Tajer

Her eyes meet his, in a mystical way,

She sensed excellence—divinity:

She watches him, standing bold,

His sculpt body speaks strength,

His silence let her know—he is power:

He was created to walk through fire,

He is the King of her heart;

She admires, the color of his skin

—from a far; the warmth of his face,

Strength, and his command;

That allow her to feel as if she was,

In paradise; standing in the presence,

Of greatness, as he rides, wild horses,

Unafraid, way above, the mysterious sky.

Empress Journee