Thou art deceptively elusive,
Thy nature, extremely delusive,
Thy image creates a fierce pull,
Strong enough to steer me full.
Sans u my instincts were feral,
Misspelt ideals lacking morals.
Even thy pursuit is so fulfilling,
Goads me into sagacious spillings.
Thy picture, a sight so soothing,
Praising thou evokes paeans and hooting.
My mind, soul and body harden,
Sapience and strength, gifts of thy garden.
A journey no one can eulogize,
No equal in its grandeur and size.
My mind and imagination fail me,
Lacking this chase, a lost being clearly,
Be accepted by thee, my utmost desire,
Thy kindered embrace, a need so dire.
Hymns and paeans are always short,
Blood, sweat and patience served hot,
These are the offerings fency thou,
Thy smile, a mystery as to when and how,
Thy grace showers, devotee is reborn,
Recast as bright and tidy, what was dirty and torn..