Love, I see your beauty rare
I sense that you must be everywhere.
Pierce this heart at the core of me
and flood each gate that censors thee.
If I have given away the last
of what I thought I had to cast.
Remind me that love is larger still
then the past, all sorrow, and my will.
Pull me forward, inward, and to what is true
that what I know, believe, and let me feel All of You.
©2011 Linda Willows