See, I dreamt of you,
Before I ever seen your face
The perfectness of lineage
As your curves took on their shape.
Dimples at the very tip,
Of your very flexible legs
I could sit and let you be
My pinning over sage.

Apple from the tree of knowledge
In Eden’s Garden Grove
Even in the black lit darkness
Your dancing halos glow.
Mirror Imaged complexion,
Reflecting the beauty of the stars
Pinned up to the night fall
Like fire flies in jars.

If only it were that simple
To capture the beauty you behold,
Inside Masonic glass and lid
Because for you there is no mold.
Goddess, hale from another plain
With an evenly stellar shine
The universe just can’t compare
To the divinity of your bloodline.