A writer wrote a God about a Goddess

No tongue needed;

He would serenade with this pen.

Every letter to leave her soul quaking in the very skin it's in.

Void of light;

Though her inner shine illuminate his outer globe,

As if he revolved around thee.

She became all he could see;

If he could get her in his arms

He may know how the Ominversial YWHW feels

To have the world in cupped hands...

Named her Destiny for he spent his whole life to find...

Now he bows before me asking for her hand;

for one dance with this Destiny...

I will give him to you love,

Only came down to Realm to say...

Be forewarned;

A work in progress this being.

For him we skipped the rhythm,

the man can't dance...

Though he will do his best..

You only need to guide his hand.