My Goddess
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on Jul 21, 2016
She is beauty to me, of which is beyond compare.
She is subtle and true, as I fall into her lair.
She is everything I want, and everything I need,
She is the darkness and light, my sunshine indeed.
She is evil and pure, and glowing with contempt,
She is smug and brash, and from judgement exempt.
She is my every song, and my every pretense,
She is welcome along, with both ladies and gents.
She is the rhythm of life, and she is my first true love,
She is with me always, even when push comes to shove.
She is my angel with wings, and my devil with horns,
She is with us in happiness, and when someone mourns.
She is all there should be, and there would be no more war,
She is fulfillment in a note, and resides in people down to their core.
She is MUSIC.
She is.
She.
