The Mistress

I know what's on your mind.I can see the desires of your heart.I can feel the passion of thy burning bosom.it burns, trying to keep her  flowers awake I can hear the wishes of thy lips It is her, your Goddess.The One who giveth you life.The One who killed you once.She is the mistress of the night.She, who broke my wings apart.  I know the pain, it's not only yours but mine.
©jenh2011