If
perfection be a thought
Then
I’ll think of thee as such
I’ll
raise you to a Goddess
I’ll
drop myself to dust
The
sun shall be your subject
The
moon shall be your throne
Your
heaven shall exist
Within
my mind
May
it ever be your home
(Note: I wrote this poem 68 years ago when I was 19.
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