JUNE, 1993

As fair Juno, Queen of Heaven, looked upon Jove, her beloved,
Taking him to heights of loving that he had not heretofor known,
So do you, sweet Judy, take me soaring.
When in your embraces,
You hold me close and say you love me,
Encompassing me within your arms and legs,
Your soft warm body is my haven
From the storms of life.
In the mornings, when the day is yet unspoiled,
You love me, and all is right with the world.

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