For a woman I am

I have not the right words to describe or to try

And express my regret for making you sigh,

For making you suffer, for bringing you grief

But I pray you, dear ‘mortal’, share this moment with me.

It puzzles my soul and it tortures my mind...

Oh, who? Who’s love have I rudely declined?

For between men of honor you stand unconfined,

Between all of them you stand one of a kind!

You have bared enough and here is my plea:

Just read these few words and do this for me!

Forget this divinity you think I might be!

For a woman I am and a Goddess you see.

A woman, a mortal, a creature of lust,

A careless creation, a sinner at first,

A fanthom of love betraying your trust,

A statue made of water, fire and dust.

I am not in the sunlight, I’m no ray in the sky,

 I was born on the ground; I will live and then die.

I can look in your eyes while beside me you lye

I can wipe all your tears and be there when you cry.

I have been a friend and I will always be!

No matter the fire you shall bring over me.

Still beware this sly devil inhabiting me,

For a woman I am but a Goddess you see!

This was a response i received to my "Goddess".