At the Altar of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Lovers embrace at the altar of love.
Before them a milieu of millions came.
Each smiles at Artemis’s glow from above.
Here to praise Venus for love be her name.
The mist in the air does their love anoint.
Their wetness becomes symbol of union.
At the crash of the wave to it they point,
Such thunder won’t disturb their communion.
Remiss would they be, not to read each wave,
For the lovers, they are moments they share.
With understanding, a love they can save.
Their eyes held with magical force; they stare.
Their love for each other is the reason,
They’ll be together whatever season.