Like a hill, she an uprising...

And being blessed
By Her
As if a Hill,
She getting into her full
As if the rise of lotus
On fullest bloom,

And
me hears
her uprise...
As if a hill
me sees and feels
Her The Hill
In her
Causing a rise...
As if a sunrise
Happening
Within...
And
Also the smell of pink
The Lotus on bloom
In her,
Spreading as if
Lotus pink be 
comes the morn's air...
Moist dewy misty foggy...

As if she has gotten right
her another birth
Alight...

(Note: on a song by Lauryn Hill...)