A FRIEND OF LOVE

The clouds are moving down a path,
A scent of wisdom in the air.
Aware of what is going on,
To know that truth is always fair.

The sky is light, her vision clear
Warm tender love of what and where
Words of affection that she hears
Her heart will tell her when she's there.

Calm the wind and make her pure,
For only then can she be sure.
The things she seeks cannot be seen,
But in the end he makes her beam.