Love, so fortunate


 

What dreams are made of

She holds in her hands

Eyes beset securely

from the vultures of life

Sunlight fears not the Moon

As she joins them

creating a universe mortals

salivate to taste

She is champagne

embodied in a priceless yet

unbreakable vase

The finest of life

if only life could create her

as her fountain beautifies all

that reaches her

Though she may give of herself

freely

she replenishes when necessary

Heard is she and angels cry

See the wicked humble at her

feet for fear of retribution

She is what she desires

And desire is she

She Is

 what not even dreams

  can imagine

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