For R.

I long for your return with each stifling hour.
Natures most precious gift.
My Dianic angel, oh shinning flower.
What ever lies between us,
Let us breech this rift.
To the higher places so we'll travel.
As this Mortal coil, swiftly  we unravel.

You are my sun and moon and stars.
Fly with me upon theses dangerous stairs
As we wend our way unto the place
That Holy Peter gaurds.
The crown of heaven waits
Wilst we stumble through this race.
My friend, my lover, my companion fair.
Calm thy worried fear.
There is no treachery here.