They bow before the pedestal
On which the goddess stands.
They pray to her, their radiant idol,
for love to fill their hearts.
They wish to hold her for all time,
gripping her like Earth's last hope.
"Please, please choose me,"
men say with shaky words.
Each presses open hands together
With the longing to be heard.
But she already has her god
to whom she is devoted.
The men scramble in their dismay
and wait for the moment that god
falls from his place of grace
and leaves an empty spot in Heaven.
They all watch from the edge of paradise
with eager eyes and yearning souls.
The men fill themselves with images
of things they cannot have.
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