Isis would go in the stream alone
I beheld her figure and her face
I led her in that day to bathe there
We played in the water and splashed soon.

I recited her praise, sharp like cactus too
I ensnared her in my plot then she fired an
Arrow right at my heart but us together
The sight of her left me so breathless also.

The pain of her thrusts struck me with wounding aches
The day was more warm than any other time
We would go back to the stream of my Goddess
As I had remembered it in all my thoughts.

A bull saw us, grew restless as it left its pen
This was Isis, protection and loyalty too
She was part of our culture in my dad's whole town
It was of utmost, cultivated importance.