Their writing reflects a melody
created by their souls first touch of earth.

Its birth song, celestial, eternal,
is instantly changed.

In flesh, its true beauty
can only be retained
by wringing from poets
these songs,

each line echoing
the sounds of a spirit bearing flesh;

You know,
the ones that stretch across human hearts
back into eternity.



Who longs for you as if your loins were breath,

Swearing their death in lacking your embrace

mistakes their longing for the touch of love

Yet need once passed, such passion has no grace.

True love is bounty, not hunger opposed,

in overflow for joy to consummate,

two lives conjoined in giving at its height,

forever blessed in loving, love create.