Image of love

To the untrained eye, there seemed taunts too big to overcome,

Slept cold, dark, wet outside, in a day, yet ceaseless darkness had begun

Yet, in your image, love

I fed brigit the cat, defending her I sat, and the heavens aligned, and evened

And what I gave to the Earth, she gave me back, and Great Spirit, he thanked

And I just sat

Hand no longer empty, but has abundant fruit to pluck, t’would seem, but an eye

Drew from your beauty, subs heart gives back, evenly, what is yours, domme, to pluck

Balance