DCLIX

In love with a myth…

Cytherea on earth once more,

divine of face and physical form--

Such enchantment mires me,

with desires…n’er to be,

for thou art mere illusion,

a test for mortal men,

and yet thy visage beckons,

my heart and soul to thee,

and for love and worship,

I surrender willingly—

For thou art…dear…a goddess,

divine of face and form,

master of my heart and soul,

Now…and ever more.