Vestal Poem by Liza Sud

You are meddling hot in my soul,
Right under the shower of heart!
But the truth that I was hiding
Is: I'm serious, creep out!

I am made of the divine dough,
I'm the bride of the Divine.
Even not at all just bride but
I'm a vestal. Know in mind!

So for sexy work and study
I can never fit at all.
I am bodiless in body.
Here, I told the truth. Horror.

So good for me to live in
The embracing arms of God,
And by love that is spiritual
you can flood the whole globe!

And I'm serving as a Vestal.
Maybe Joseph was Vestun!
Because he could talk with Vertum,
For the Romans he's - Voltumn!