With Modesty I Grant Her

The mammoth task that my ambitions view, Shall intercept with reason why I care To change this woman from the god I knew Becomes the pedestal, that none compare. I see her shape and form delight the day, My having known her finds I care this much A complimentary distance can portray; That this is not illusion hence the touch. She signals that elusiveness as blessed, That modesty before it, serves our souls With everything that nature has to test Provides us with problem solving goals. Heaven lit when words from her were spoke, Presenting us with merchandise to fill, The universe, and that's where gods provoke A strength that carries us, far well.., until. And if I'm asked, "Do you believe in god?" With shyness should I say, she is unknown, But holds the 'Golden Sceptred," magic rod Provided by this write, and godly throne.