Untitled Love Poem

I find myself smiling and blushing for pure joy in the dark, holding my bear in my room,
And all else is asleep
In the silence.
In the sparkling thoughts that fill the blackness which is an innocent mind.
I am an innocent little girl again; innocent as I was and am,
Completely content to remain so if I must for all my days—
An innocent little girl.
The lightless room magnifies my closed eyelids
Lets no light in
And I can look about and see all I wish to see—
All things lovely and pure and sacred—
All things inspired by you.
There is no doubt in this magnificent darkness;
There is no taint or stain of anything
That is not marked out by Beauty.
It’s as in Eden before Poison—elegant in virgin simplicity
With only your heart
My heart
And God’s heart.
We three dwell together in this sacred place—in my mind—in my soul.
The soul of an innocent little girl.
Our hearts dance together and make scenes of incomparable Beauty,
Indescribable Grace,
And that grace is the breath of me, given to me by the Heart that made me,
And made you to join me.
His innocent little girl
And you her guardian.
And I am content to be such for all time if I may be
With no other worries,
With no Other.
You are all I need, and that’s how it was meant to be,
In the Eden before Poison.
Joy overwhelms us and Love Fuels us, and I am not ashamed;
I did not awaken Love until it so desired:
I prayed for you before these days,
When I was an innocent child
I asked for you—
And did not know what I asked for—
And so I am still,
Presented to you at last,
But now an innocent woman who gives you all the love He has prepared in advance
For me to give.
And we three hearts share it with each other,
And Love is given yet another definition.
Devotion is planted in me, and watered in this dream—
Devotion to you and devotion to Him;
And so both will grow as I do,
Braiding all three together,
As so I pray for it to.
I did not awaken Love until it so desired—
And still, that was only the first fold.
The deeper folds rest still—
Each more intense,
More pure—
And I am content to let them take their turns
To wake as He calls them to.
I’m drawn to you,
And near you are
But still so far,—
Yet as we dance in darkness the space is undefined.
That is, in part, as it should be,
As in Eden before Poison.
And I find myself smiling all alone in holy darkness,
An innocent little girl,
Watching fantastic visions of us
With all the rest asleep.