A Prayer for Love

Goddesses, Gods, and Brides of Three,
I beg of you, to hear my plea.
I need you to send forth a man,
A Pagan from a distant land.

Make his skin the lightest brown,
A face that rarely wears a frown.
Make his hair be long and dark,
Eyes a shade of cherry bark.

Make him active, tall and fit,
One who’s clever, sharp of wit.
He must be loving, warm and true,
A writer and an artist, too.

Make him frugal, with good taste,
Not a man who likes to waste.
Passionate, he likes to cook,
Let him melt me with one look.

A man of Majick, green of thumb,
His heartbeat echoed in a drum.
His soul lies in the verdant hills,
Blazing campfires, night that stills.

Be kind and thoughtful as he can,
And giving to his fellow man.
Knowing things found in the wild,
Possessed of temper calm and mild.

Let his symbol be a star,
When he’s away he’s never far.
Let him love me let it grow,
And my love for him he’ll know.

Let him have a lust for me,
Tempered with propriety.
In privacy, his passion nigh,
Our heat is such we slightly die.

This I ask you, Lady, Lord,
Hearken close and hear my words.
This is all I ask of thee,
As I will it, mote it be.