La belle dame

Created the God in all gold and ivory;
To batter many a man' s heart, princess.
Led by tender passion and avidity;
Illustrating his artistic finesse.

Enchanting all that surrounds you and wise;
Your manner, gentle with rare poise and grace.
Rarer is the charm of thy gleaming eyes;
Bequeathing their captives to a trance.

If Gentle thy manner, gentler thy soul;
True to the Lord and his veracious word.
Salvaging all that is vicious and foul;
Retrieved me from fury of the nether world.

Far away in distant lands may you be;
In my mind's eye, I exist not sans thee.