Many moons ago,
I went to the market square,
Saw a beautiful goddess
And was left bereft of word
I then remembered what my father used to tell me
Metaphor is the horse of words;
And when a word is lost,
A metaphor is used to find it.”
When she was about to walk past me,
I quickly closed my eyes,
And knelt to pray.
And behold, she did not pass.
Today, we celebrate a year together.