Godess of Beauty

It is sir. Darkpoet it is I he who speaks in thy hearts nature, in thy souls root kiss me for eternity in your arms and keep is short Why art thou so magnificent and full of beauty, draw me near for in thy perfect love I cleanse my spirit of all fearBlesseth is thy brush, anointed soul of the King of kings it is thy very hand that aparts the color to form my face and I flatter to such talent of which I dream Fear no the warmth tht consumes thy flesh, yet I tell thee fear not the warmth tht consumes the spirit for tht of which ignited the flame is verily thy poet of light Fear the warmth that consumes thy flesh, yet I tell thee fear not the warmth tht consumes the spirit for tht of which ignited the flame is verily thy poet edward of light