I pledge from lips
and drink of this
golden jeweled
wine filled chalice.

Soft sun flowers
ornament
her hair of fire,
with fairy wings
and emerald eyes
that have seen
far too many things.

Frail of form
but fierce of spirit
a mind of wonder
with works made
to make us think,

some weak men
may fear it.
but I draw solace
and liquid wisdom
when I seek to find
the shimmering diamonds
within her mind.