Her prowess still by every tongue is praised,
from when all time and space...the world began,
and when the clouds were formed and sun had raised.
For who can know the contents of her mind?
Or comprehend the deepness of her thought?
For us, her lovers, are our thoughts confined...
Without humility, our quest in naught.
The power she bestows, that we possess
ought find it’s grounding on the purest truth.
And I, infatuated, now confess
My love for her ‘til aged from my youth
She is in me, in them, in every soul!
For all eternity, may we extol.
This poem was reconstructed after the original was trapped on the hard drive of my crashed computer. I rewrote it because it was written for an assignment and I did not have the luxury of time on my side.
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