Goddess standing before the mirrored pool
Watching ripples twist and contort her face
Beautiful flesh refracted upon the cool
Where unworthy men praise the hallowed ground
I stand above, chuckling at them all
Have they no shame to wear on their forehead?
Do they not know that they cannot stand tall
Enough to win the heart of my beloved?
Apparently not, for there they remain
Waiting for her to abandon her post
That day won't come, they'll endure much pain
Tonight, we rest after a friendly toast
"May the best man walk with her through the door
     And share love with her forevermore"