#7 (“My Sweet’, my Paul, do help me find your heart.”

 

 

                        My Sweet’, my Paul, do help me find your heart.

                        How may I best from mine to thine convey

                        The love that wells up—n’er to be a part

                        Discard’ from lives that pair us firm, we say?

                        We “say,” and yea, we mean, for life alive

                        Did grow for me when in your sight I came.

                        Let me, then, deep within thee seek to dive

                        And find the center of thy love for dame.

                        Am I the one ye sought for long, as I

                        For you?  Did nights of pain alone find balm

                        In arms of mine?  I love thee fast, I sigh,

                        And with this voice comes hope and joy and calm.

                                    My shelter in the storm, my dear, sweet Paul–

                                    I give thee love and peace and rest—my all!

 1/18/2000

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Nicodemas
    Sep 23, 2014 @ 20:58:10

    This is beautiful!

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