Dellad800 - a Riddle

Your warmth is like a womb's amnion ambience Your light is supreme reassurance Your manna is my sustenance. I trust in thee implicitly I am elated with your glee I am awed by the power of your simplicity. They who would destroy us They are ground into dust They cannot conquer this spirit so joyous. We are one in wedded bliss We quite enjoy each other's kiss We, of the world, its riches not miss. He that threatens our bond will die As she who tempts my wanton eye And on its sanctity I must rely.