Before my death in Love's encounter,

I heard your windsong approach

accompanied by elf-like cherubs

of Pan. Even then I held you close.

Even then, engulfed in mystic wiles,

I felt the gallop of your steed

stir grape vines and weeping willows

from passing shadows, cool and green.

White knights, pages and Love's Queen

quested your arrival. Ah, the scene!

Ah, brilliant lady, known e'er seen,

how immaculate your visitation!

Before my demise and resurrection,

I kept vigil in your direction.

Even awaiting your fresh appearance,

I uncovered true love and romance.

Forever Spring

I've caused women to cry and sing,

men to come forth into their being,

and you to be more tender each day.

I've enlightened many naive minds,

overtly opened tired eyes to the sublime,

and you to beauteous emotions and thoughts.

Not for naught have we joined our spirits.

Not for anything but love is our nearness

more near every moment, more clear each kiss.

You have come to me, girly woman, alive,

eager my gentle man and arms, while

visions of starry diadems motivate us.

Towards these infinite images we sail

on an emerald ship of light, our Ariel;

you next my visage, I next your need for song.

Forwards, ever onward, we widen and deepen

and heighten fervorish hearts, as in between

magic and mystery we become but one season.

Our Fortress Stands

Demons taunt me, burn me, haunt me

as though our unity threatens them,

loving were a crime,

smiling a poison.

Demons stole my thoughts last night,

raped me right before your eyes,

taunted that your love had died,

and I was lost for words.

Be these demons of this world?

For certain, Beelzebub works them.

If sainthood is my destined course,

I must endure their torment.

Demons, devils, black spirits, ghosts

of the past and present milieu,

hate me as much as God Himself,

will kill to keep me from you.

But through their torture, we grow strong

enough to overcome their slander, and

as morning opens up her arms,

I come to you with all I am.

As Eden came for man to be,

so my Lady comes for me,

as naked as this poem, as free

as wind, the oceans and sweet mystery.

As Christ arose for all to see,

so my Lady arises for me,

as gently as the sun and sea

at dawn expressing Nature's peace.

No beauty held in history

rivals her hallowed majesty,

more real than the air we breathe,

as substantial as eternity.

As God comforts the pure and meek,

so My Lady cares for me,

a poor heart cured in tears and grief,

inspired by her constancy.

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