I'll forever love her <br />(and who could never love her?) <br />as the day seems winter's <br />but with summer in its midst. <br /> <br />My keen longing ways to send her <br />wren's tender songs may tend her <br />to render surrender. <br />remembering love's kiss. <br /> <br />Relenting kings salute her <br />transferring tribute to her <br />with excessive expectations <br />she'll confer contributed caress. <br /> <br />So those who choose her <br />through fingertips they lose her; <br />air declares her temple <br />ardent atheists would wish! <br /> <br />My testament commends her. <br />My creed always to attend her. <br />Pledged apostle's adoration <br />lends love's epilogue: <br />life's end.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-goddess-3/
