Goddess Love

Old as the ages
the goddess smiles
and the world turns.

She is soft and strong;
earth and fire
brown and violet.

Words flutter around her shoulders;
she loves their velvet feel on her bare skin
as they fall,
with neither sound
nor substance,
to her feet.

Words paint pictures
that deeds prove or disprove;
that time exposes as lie or truth.

She enjoys the tender feel of his words
but knows the greater value
of her trust.

The goddess smiles
the world turns
"Show me"
she whispers,
"that Love is a verb".