Is this for real?

A poem I wrote from the heart.

Your there everyday,invisible connection made,
Morning, evening and night, she begins to paint.
She see's you so your brush stokes weaken her, yet the spirit grows,
Close is where she keeps you, its out of her control.
She often stops herself in her tracks, training for strengh,
She wants to step inside, experience your all.
Flow with her, she will flow back.
Sing the right notes and harmonize.
Match, pair, twin.