I love her body and her soul, But I must choose. Alas! her heart, it is so kind, So sweet her body, pure her mind, I would not lose A petal of the perfect whole. Her gentle spirit wounds her flesh, She feeleth woe So keenly. Sorrow, pain and sin Gaze at her all bright within And grieve her so, Tears mar the body's golden mesh. Her face is fair as temple gates. I linger there And look and love, then reverently Pass in, the fairer soul to see; Nor may compare The door to what within awaits. For there are angel choirs heard And heaven's appeal. There jeweled windows, mystic sight, Reveal their beauty and the light; So there I kneel Me down and -- @3worship@1 -- is the word. |