The Altar of Astarte
Kneeling at the altar,worship at the truest form,as I take her in, my Astarte, my goddess, my flame.Love filled eyes, heart beating fast,I cannot seem to tear myself away.Hours pass, and still my head lays bowed.Her smile melts me, taking me, sweeping me away.I did not foresee, how could I knowthat my heart would be stolen away?Heaven is a place on earth with you;everything with her is better than I ever knew.I tried hard...