Poetry Slam Week 12 - Beautiful Orenda

I remember like it was yesterday.
We met in the dark,
she carried her smile with a spark
of gentleness and introduced herself to me.
Without any need for formalities the wind and breeze
had already brought her scent and told me her name.
So by the time she got to me we were already in sync through chemistry.
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It's easy to think that you will know how
to react when stricken or smitten,
but then the moment hits you and your soul takes a bow
and gets lost in space without a trace of hidden
defence. For instance you are left numb and lost for words,
your hands shaking trying to mute the birds
from humming tunes of passion and the milky way.
**

All this time I stood there trying to regain my strength
but your essence is much too strong so I eventually fall on my knees
and just allow this state of trance that stretches further than length
can ever measure. Like the weather you came to me through a breeze
in the night. I cannot fight this feeling, transforming and appealing
is its appeasing effect. Forever intact is our bounding sealing of feelings.
**

I accepted you that night and we became one.
You told tales of how you survived through seasons
and tricked time to bring you back to me for reasons
I cannot comprehend, take my hand as I yield into your orenda.
You outshine the sun through your magnificent splendour.
You render me speechless, I do not need a blender
for these mixed emotions that now exist with tender.
You are the bender of time, the mender
of broken spirits. There are no limits to what we can do together.