Marie et jeanne

She is an addiction,
Far from coffee tea or drug,
Close to thy chi,
You wish that you could write her name in the sky,
She is the bank of my river of life,
Does it make sense?
Yes she has the sense to know herself,
Plucking a flower rather than buying,
Greatness is what is in one's heart,
Trying is good enough but not over the extreme,
Be a stream rather than a river,
Small and enough rather than big but never enough,
Her presence alone fills all my desires and wants.

Double_O Franklyne.