To Ponder Such Love

My mature love, my risen sun, the sky has paused, the heart
Has won. And splendid tears, confess the truth, the depth of
Love, and mystic youth. Thus the spirit, a vivid light, a
Brilliant dream, a portrait bright. And life to soul, my woven
Flame, my placid pulse, my passion pain. And web to heart,
My relic vine, a touch of bliss, a treasured sign. Thus the
Palace, adorned in gold, a skyward dance, a tear to hold. And
Faith to grace, a tropic pearl, a violet stream, a mythic world.

And love mature, my graphic dream, where lovers rise, through
Silent screams. Thus we flutter, my fairest love, fraught with
Flame, and Greco-drums. And distant stars, speak the pleasure,
Of solemn love, and mystic measure. Thus the vision, a velvet
Spark, an angel’s pulse, the sacred heart. And life to love, my
Graven oak, my florid flare, my christic cloak.