Goddess

The woman she sleeps the goddes held deep within,
She slumbers waiting for what she does not know.

A sweet whisper a gentles touch,Awake my one a gentle kiss a loving touch,brings the goddess awake.

What is mine I bring to you,
What is yours will yet be mine.

What beauty could be compared to the richness of the soul?

What we see with the eye is not to be compared with what is in the minds eye.

What riches can we hold that would compare the depths of the mind?

Yea what lies beyond the barriers of the soul?
What richness lies therein?