Love of the Scryer, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Mystical woman fully dressed in red
Now famed to be the best ever scryer
Thou must read what’s inside this aching head
Is it close to death or filled with desire

Holding object close do thee see thy face
With glowing expression that comes with love
Thou must see thee and me in close embrace
There should be a clear vision from above

If the spirits tell thou not, look at me
Placing thy hand upon this heavy heart
Beating wildly showing feelings for thee
So eager to thee my love to impart

Without a doubt thy heart thou can believe
Long as I live my love thou shall receive