She is a poet
With a soul built to bring you to your knees.
Worship her words and fear their meaning.
Hands at her feet repent a life unenlightened.
Beg forgiveness from her cosmic iris
And pray she can hear you.
Weep at the majesty of her wisdom
And her absolute lack of it.
Watch her give birth through song
And cradle her newborn like it’s your own.
Write down every word it tells you,
Line by line, stanza by stanza.
She might just do the same
But only if she can hear you.
Written by Vermilion_Apples
Author's Note
The last of my "love" poems for a little bit.
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