Goddess Poem by Franz Velasco

Oh dear, you are a goddess,
You are perfect, nothing less;
and everything you do,
Expresses your beauty.

What is it like in heaven?
Do the angels treat you well?
More than a lover can do?
Will I ever be enough for you?

Your voice is like the sound you hear,
In plains, the mountains, the beach;
You made me see them, eyes closed;
Nothing but your sound in my ears.

Your face is so radiant;
More intense than the rays of the sun;
That when it hits a mirror on earth,
It bounces back to heaven, to you.

You are generous, thoughtful;
No wonder, they swarm around you;
That it made me wish,
I was in the verge of death.

But I'd wish for something else.
With shame, I am selfish,
For I wish you are flawed;
And wish to find the non-existent.

But let me tell you this,
For whatever ill flaw it is,
It would still be perfect;
For it would be the most beautiful flaw there is.

A flaw that signifies hope;
That my arms could go around you,
That a mortal can touch you,
And that I am enough to love you.