I would tear down Olympus –
Stone by holy stone –
Just to use them all
To build an altar
To your voice.

There’s a satisfaction to be had
From the feeling of
Weak resolves and
Blind devotion.

(even as a victim of the
Way your eyes sparkle)

And the funny thing is,
I’d still do whatever,
Even with a chain of golden hair
Wrapped around my fingers;
To the point where
I can’t even think
Of a word to describe you
Without sounding like
A priest at an altar