A Goddess of Love
The Goddess
She was a beauty, a goddess of love. Holding out her hand, with the sign of a dove. She wanted peace, we had a fight. Now we were talking again, we had seen the light. I am sorry, we had both said. We were not thinking, not right in the head. Kissing and holding, trying to make up. Trying to avoid the worst, not wanting to breakup. I missed her dearly, as I hope she had missed me. I wish I didn’t say those words, why coul...