Lyre

what beautiful souls have I loved

Each unfurling a beam of Godlight

Each touch made of love

Each heart they let me hold

I honored in the temple of my spirit

My body, a divine messenger,

showing you 

God Loves All

and leaving you 

more aware of your blessings

This, my always aim.

My lyre does not falsely sing;

My heart is no liar.

So when I have loved you

I have left you with part of my eternal.

Perhaps just your sparkling eye

Perhaps your life lamp

Shine on love forever