I touch her skin with a delicacy that's only in place for her.
I glide my fingers across her skin for fear that I'll shatter her like a glass falling into a stone floor breaking into shards that damage everything to the touch.
I hold my breath as unspoken words drift through the air.
A delicacy that is God like.
You were Queen in your past life.
But to me you are always a Queen in fact
You are my world