Goddess Of Love Poem by Philip St. Cyr

Goddess Of Love



How majestic thou art my love
thou makest the sun to glisten upon thy brow
The stars above magnify thine eyes
and thy flowing hair watereth many streams
Each of thy lips fulleth to the taste of pomegranate
tender is thy neck sensitive to the kiss
thy breasts are lovely hills being round and subtle,
thine navel is small, and thine waist elegant
From thine legs art thou slender, like unto young trees
and thine bottom roundeth out thy splender
thine face and body portray a work of art
and thy mind beautiful poetry
thou exemplifieth sweet music to mine ears
when speaketh thou thy soft words unto me
thou are perfect in any and every way, shape, and form
a fantasy come true art thou, my goddess of love.

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