She is the woman and he's her man
She is yin and he's her yang
She is the lover and he her beloved
She is the purpose for which he is made
Most of all tho' she is his
goddess,
And he is her devotee
Enchanting is her temple, and it is only his
A world away from the world that seemingly is
A hidden wonder for those who believe
A place of beauty mere mortals can't conceive
Where, she is his goddess
And he is her devotee
Inside her temple what she gives he takes
She rejoices his gifts till her heart aches
Who is worshipped and who is blessed
The distinctions become vain and dead
But always, she remains his goddess
And he her devotee
His heart is full of passion and romance
Keen is he to show her the love's dance
Eager is he to steal her away, and still
Wait at her door he does until ...
She makes a sign, since she is the goddess
And he only her devotee
No matter her deepest wish, on occasion
Leave her temple she must, and run
To tend the chores of the world outside
The wink of time she's able to be at his side
Content he is because she is his goddess
And he her humble devotee
Away from her a normal life he too lives
To matters of the world his all he gives
When she beckons him tho' he is
ready
To drop everything and run to his lady
Who truly is his goddess
And he her beloved devotee
He is the man and she his woman
His love for her is mighty, wild even
His attraction to her is aching n fierce
But demand her favors he never does
Since she is the goddess
And he is her devotee!
Abhay
B. Joshi