Poetry: A Woman Of Virtue And Palms

Praise shall be sung to her soul, therefore it is my desire to know those famed eyes. O‘ what sacred honors that death gains in heaven, but could never capture a beauty this worthy of love that I behold here on earth. My heart will never be free of her locked away in this unearthly prison. Where she my religion acts as a holy prayer deeply versed within the Lords kingdom.

For she is appointed the daughter of all woman, mother of immortal beauty. Every flower and fruit of this ethereal sphere. Twice born by the eternal keeper of the sun, and the moon island will float with the stars above the crimson sea at night. A new shrine rises upon the altar at day, to make sweet words of my sacred vows. I have be wed her to my lips and took a wife to passion as the God of love.

Where beauty masked the face of an angel. Fragrant spirits pierce the clouds with there beaming eyes. Pillars above the beams project their light through the windows of the firmaments. Eminent temples tell the world of my coming to be her king. She wore the morning with the rites of the Lord. Death was on account but I did not hear or wear death beneath my robe.

Heavens officers called my name but I did not nor will I respond to the calling of my father. If any staff, shall bow me and escort me before my time. It shall be with the lips I be wed, I shall die with her kiss. Power of the Gods be made in ordinance to the temple of the cloth. Courts of eternal life are in her following. A Goddess who shall unfold the portals of name and body.

She has fashioned divine, and created my soul and made my spirit from her heart. Giving light to me from her eyes and love through her blood. At the entrance to the doors of darkness she created the perfect light, banishing night from the world. And seizes the sun from the sky, holding it's howering rays over our heads.

The great beings will bless this region and send forth the crown of the east where the vision of a beautiful woman has been pronounced by the stars. I who link her heart will be filled with golden earthly vessels. She who is divine, love will conquer and move all that breathes.

Holy families and there place in heaven obtain everlasting piece and harmony in the face of the living daughter. Praised by saints and by the hands of priests she shall inherit the shares of the holy city. Where God shall commission her Queen by his word. Sacred as the virtuous, she walks with blessed fires.

Lit with burning hearts with heated passion, the mark of love. Born and the unborn shall never die in her care but worship the sky and link them together with the divine threads of eternal life.

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