Five sentinel stand guard in line,
The sentient of my mind.
And they all bow in obeyance,
To the aura of her presence.
Her spirit lives my ivory tower,
Decants the fragrance of her flower.
And I, a patron this matron,
In this second Eden beckon.
She is the core that holds the store.
She is the key my evermore.
She's the beginning and the past,
The very first step and the last.
She is the substance of my goal,
The other half of my soul.
She is my tower of retreat,
And is my Eden full complete.
She is the priestess of my chapel
And my Eve, without the apple.