My body is my temple
Like the English rose that will bloom
The goddess of my kingdom
To the scent of my perfume.
The beauty from the waterfall
That runs down me crystal clear
The magnetic feel of my touch
I can declare to be sincere.
The mystery that you yearn to unfold
Like the unwritten story desired to be told
I stand in the background, but have no disillusion
For I am not the fantasy,I am not just an illusion.
The calm from the Ocean
While the breeze flows through my hair
Close your eyes, As I inspire to share
I’m the goddess you’ll find
As I know; I’m unique and one of a kind.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 2:01 AM UTC
My body is my temple
Like the English rose that will bloom
The goddess of my kingdom
To the scent of my perfume.
The beauty from the waterfall
That runs down me crystal clear
The magnetic feel of my touch
I can declare to be sincere.
The mystery that you yearn to unfold
Like the unwritten story desired to be told
I stand in the background, but have no disillusion
For I am not the fantasy,I am not just an illusion.
The calm from the Ocean
While the breeze flows through my hair
Close your eyes, As I inspire to share
I’m the goddess you’ll find
As I know; I’m unique and one of a kind.