Bast Isis

[the Draç]

For the love of God, she's designed to win.

A woman who has it together, together with her kin.

So sugary sweet, she's so nice. 

Like Cupid on Valentine's Day, the one with the bite.

In love, we must, we soar the skies.

Having to figure her out, when she lies.

Alone in our head, we share a kiss.

Finally Heaven on Earth, the feeling, so bliss.

Through her, our Sun, we rise above.

Immortal, in deep, our bones begin to rub.

Ignite the light, the fire so hot.

In love, our hearts, they then, eventually stop.

Finally, we made it, to the tippy top.