My Goddess
brown hair dance on delicate shoulder and a gentle glow to tan a perfect face with a voice to mock all the choir of angel and eye chestnut and round deep enough to captivate any mortal she be a goddess she be my goddess and yet i be forbidden to speak to her no no not forbidden but afraida- too afraid to wave a hand too afraid to even murmur a mellow a helloa convince that her response would be my undoing so i wait watch from afar and even though i may never speak to her and even though she may never know i exist i will still worship her a the goddess she be she be a goddess she be my goddess