Surely you are a goddess up on high
and my heart I place upon the altar of your beauty
that it rise up as a waft of smoke
to be inhaled by you
as one inhales a lover s breath
eyes shut tight against the intrusions
of all but the fall of his hair upon your cheek
and the beating of two hearts that found
what they dare not ever seek and a whisper in your ear
'beautiful enchantress of the chair lovely lover of the couch
goddess of the remains of hot cocoa and the day
reindeer socks and Donald Duck
upon a Christmas day
now you lie upon your altar and I
will take thee
my beautiful
my lovely
my never-to-be-abandoned and now Sweden is my Heaven
my goddess of forever, my Marie."
Ralph4441