CONCHITA
Your eyes are weavers of dreams
Summoned from magic depths.
Dreams of mystery and divinity
Where the heart of the Goddess
Guides the roaring loom of creation,
Its threads flying and interweaving,
Spinning the cloth of the eons,
Weaving Spirit and Matter together
In one creative dance.
True woman whose heart is living love
These words cannot speak enough of thee
Nor would they dare try to portray
Your royal and ageless beauty.