I want the King to my Queen, the Horned God for my Goddess.
The man who I can trust to yield my neck.
The man who will accept the whiteness of my belly.
The man who will protect me with fierce love
And defend me with loyal action.
He comes fully alive in my presence
And embraces me with warmth and passion and gentle arms of strength.
He is a contrast like me.
Honorable, generous, full of heart.
He will hold me and cuddle me.
Bringing nature into our lives.
And when the sands of time have come and gone.
We will still be there, each for the other
God and Goddess entwined.