Muse

To be kissed by one so sublime would be like drinking of a nectar so sweet, 

The rays of her beauty shine in an ever blinding light radiating from her as if from a life giving sun cast in human form, 

All bow to her splendor, her glory, her majesty, 

All worship her and speak the truth: 

Is none more pleasing than this Goddess made flesh, 

This creature made woman, 

This angel made mortal for us to gaze upon and cry and 

weep and smile at her and cherish the moment that we all 

witnessed her wonder if but for the first time?