That joy of hearts, a rainbow in the sky
And of sweet minds all wonders there to see;
That visage which no dark or bright could try,
A lasting light to mock eternity.
These thoughts of love a splendored saccharine thing
That strides in beauty, though obscured by night—
A being graced with all that angels bring
Where hands fair strive to grasp truths out of sight.
More simply said, your gaze does make me smile,
And my heart quickens when I hear your name,
Your shapely form can artfully beguile
And in repose, all pious loins inflame.
Though golden voices sing of love sublime:
There you, there me, a loaf, a jug of wine.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
