Cytherea. Poem by Wade Harlaine

My church prays for you
And my congregation praise you
My nights dream of you
And my days obey you
My rains pour for you
And my fires blaze you
My lips flush for you
And my kisses revere you
My streams gush for you
And my rivers meander you
My towers watch for you
And my bridges convey you
My birds sing for you
And my dawns ignite you
My sun sets for you
And my moon bathes you
My world longs for you
And my world enslaves you.