A kind strange nature

I have seen none of a kind Not in this realm. No. its nature does bind Like a dream I had when all hope was lost A vision I had when all passion would cost It is neither human nor soul and flesh Not a possession one could have or thresh It is bliss in the essence of veracity, A breath for to kill, a pleasure of tenacity My eyes have not seen this compulsion named “mine”; Given to me in a manner unseen, un-wielded; Indeed a joy to embrace, a tear to gratify, a smile to shine It’s all that was given, savored and well adored It is to all hope and dreams I brace, An anchor for my joy to embrace It is a love in a female, a woman for my core A love in one who prods my soul to a life-long adoration A woman disentangling herself to my lengthy adulation So to the heavens I gaze, with satiety in bounds and score As only whence such beauty a soul comes And only in supplication my gratitude hums And In deepest thoughts love and pain I regret to meeting you this far in.