Great beyond any measure one can think of

There is something transcendent about love
that makes the soul whole again and puts me at peace and wings can grow
spread wide and glisten white in the glow and warmth of the light
and takes me back to my home
in the sky close as one can get to the heavens
There is something terribly evil about the world
that corrupts the wings of a pure soul and forces it to reveal
its clay feet
grounded in sorrow forever
stuck like concrete shoes
still forming its shape
I only know of the evil that destroy's the Angels of men
and the goddesses of women in their place comes a man with clay feet
a woman who once was supreme to only retain her beauty that causes
the once Angles now men to lust for her
To possess her beauty as a trophy
and to worship hr as once was the role of men
To worship her imperfections as an artist does with a muse
that is what makes her beautiful and great beyond any measure
one can think of