Love's Melody

As lovely as a goddess should be,
Minerva glides the river,
Of life leaving her grand palace as,
Truly the music giver.

Throughout the world she gives her music,
That magic of melodies,
Composing for all to hear on her,
Sweet enchanted harp to please.

She sets about her task to compose,
Beautiful music as her,
Confidant, the owl of wisdom she,
Trusts, goes with her to confer.

Together they travel all over,
Presenting the music loved,
By every Nation on Earth being,
Quite beautiful and beloved.

Delicate flowers, Arum Lilies,
Bear candles to light their way,
And illuminate Wisteria,
Growing in quite an array.

How heavenly's a sea of love she,
Quietly glides through on this,
Vessel as she plays Love's Melody,
On her harp to reminisce.

And Yes she exists in a love song,
That takes her breath all away,
Floating along peacefully in a,
State of extreme bliss each day.

So beautiful's the yearning of love,
Just like these flowers so rare,
Seeing and hearing the music clear,
Everywhere all 'round in air.

A scene of unusual beauty,
Greets and leaves her in a daze,
In one City of her dreams watching,
The moon light up all ablaze.

Heavenly hosts must be singing to,
Love's Melody that's favored,
Across the world into beyond for,
It brings pleasure that's savored.

Look upon her face to truly see,
All melodies live within,
When she plays her harp in reverie,
She smiles, ready to begin.

As lovely as a goddess should be,
Minerva glides the river,
Of life composing her love songs as,
Truly the music giver.

©Sondra McPherson
16 September 2009
Sondra McPherson