A mystery defined by dignity
A Goddess bathed in the light of divinity
A dream of all the things one dares to be
Come to me
She beckons me
There are so many ways to see her
But I know she's never really there
Time stands still
As she bends my will
We walk hand in hand
Our feet above the sand
To gaze into her soul is all that I demand
Come with me
She whispers please
There are so many ways she moves me
But I know I stand just where I stood
She's free to roam
I'm all alone
By Justin Huskey Copyright 2011
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