The Center of His Worship
She is the life of her man, the girl of his dreams,
His beginning, his completion, his storybook themes,
the glistening of her skin, so velvety to touch,
Her gentle curls caress the outline of her blush,
Her eyes tells of wanting, her lips pout in pleading,
His essential-self surrenders, his whole self in needing
her warm embrace, for her soul is his sun
The mother of the living, the creation of us all
In her there is no need, all of his wants been purchased
Let his life be lived for she is the center of his worship.