For Florence
No one is like unto thee
Ethereal goddess of mystery
Of your voice do sirens envy
Only to find themselves unworthy
From you lips rapture of bliss
To hearts of men, a sacred kiss
Virgin passion feeds my soul
Fainting, breathless, ecstasy, all
Beautiful excellence of shimmering light
Exudes from your being as darkness does night
In my conscience you abide
Your home within me angelic guide
Through love, joy, sorrow, grief
Your voice compels me, I find relief
Your courage conveyed upon me strong
Your strength instilled through lyric and song
Beautiful woman that graces the earth
God blessed the day upon your birth
To Florence Welch
Copyright © Jim Meissner | Year Posted 2016
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