The love ritual

The cold hands which rest on my cheeks,

ignites my restless heart.

For me, as i am the weak,

to her, as she is my need.

I write my love on a rune,

hoping she will never leave,

as the silver moon

seeks for a sin.

She’s gorgeous as much as a mineral,

because i do compare her to an obsidian,

a dark and gloomy figure,

that only the smoke can cloud my vision.

As above so below,

so mote it be.

It's called the love ritual because there are various elements about a pagan love ritual, such as: rune, moon, obsidian smoke of a candle. The couplets are the closure of a pagan prayer