Your eyes alone would elicit such a reaction
that the ships launched for Helen would pale
in comparison to the force that rose to defend
your honour.
Your smill inspires peace to those
with the privilege of experiencing it.
From that smile emanates a kindnes that reaches
across creation through the lives of those
you're touched.
Your voice, I will not insult you by comparing it to
the sirens, those hags. Angels, the choruses fall
silent to hear you speak. The Morningstar fell
from heaven to one day bask in the glory of
your songs.
Your touch, I shall not corrupt the purity
of your body with my filth. You are the
temple, the Holy Place, sacred, wherein only
spirit of God dares tread, and in your
presence He is leprous.
Your love, for your love I fear to put pen to
paper. In times past I have seen those who received
your gratitude burst into flame under the
intensity of that rare emotion. But your
love, in the wake of the supernova that is
your love, will be left a void, an emptiness
from which we cannot escape, nor would we
want. For without you the very reason for
existence will be taken.
