An Altar Now Unworshipped

I hold your hand, my guiding light To our home, a warm November hearth My treasure, my altar to life Sweetest coffee, my pure delight Blanket of bliss, your jubilant mirth I hold your hand, my guiding light In crisp ashen skies flies a kite When sunshine tires you make up its worth My treasure, my altar to life Hair tranquil midnight, skin Valette white Angelic kiss, your hips sway with your pert I hold your hand, my guiding light You surpass art, O perfect sight I was made for you since birth My treasure, my altar to life Starshine my goddess of achrondite I covet time with you on this Earth You are my all, and all is right My treasure, my altar to life