In Love With The Lord

A Prayer of Innocent Love

I mirror you my love. You walk in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies. All that is best of dark and bright meet in your aspect and your eyes: thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven raised waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o'er your face; where thoughts serenely sweet express how pure, how dear this dwelling place. On that creek and o'er your brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent. The smiles that win me, your tents that glow and tell of days of goodness spent, my mind at peace with all your heart whose love is innocent.