This is not about her body,
Nor her smell,
Nor anything physical.
It's what she brings with her
Not even of her own,
Her presence and all
That passes through her.
She is light
But brings weight
She is small
But brings loft
She is slight
But brings substance
As her gift.
There's no container large enough
To hold all that flows

All I can do is witness it

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