Dream from an Eternal Goddess
I saw all heaven and earth rejoice,
When a princess was born;
For she became a rare choice,
When nature’s splendor was apart torn;
To unsheathe her from the cloak of beauty eternal.
Then again,
I see angels sing in glory,
And dance to tunes of veneration;
For she has become a goddess whose story,
Make men in this generation;
Bow at her feet in mute supplication
And now,
Like the tantalizing aroma of lemons,
The magic in her charm and looks;
Thrills my senses as holy sermons,
From the sacred books
Can shine through the darkness in my heart.
For I dream of tomorrow,
When her affection’s effervescent presence;
Will wash my soul of sorrow,
Like a delicate scent that defies pretense,
But which overcomes the senses with pleasure.
When she speaks,
Like the tinkles of sweet chimes;
Her soothing voice echoes wedding bells,
Which softly ring all the times;
When my heart falls under her spells.
And so I long to live eternally,
And listen to her vital voice whisper
A delicious melody,
That only two souls united in sweet harmony
Can hear, so do not fear
To pluck the fruits of tender love,
And suck on the sweet juices of devotion,
I am dying to place at the doorstep of your heart.
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