Love Poem
by Lila Broadhurst
Look, oh look at me my Love, my own sweet Love:
Put your warm strong fingers to this heart of mine,
And feel the flutterings therein -
The wild sweet flutterings of passions dove
That expands to mortal limits, rapture devine.
Such joy you give me my Love,
My own, my precious one;
Fires of wildest ecstasy run riot in my veins;
Why, I was dead
Until with nectared kiss, for me you won
A paradisic rebirth - loosed those chains
That bound me to all common things;
Thence opened up a sphere,
That never a word on earth could frame -
It was too wholly pure.
Herein is my heart surrendered;
Sweet with gentle love, and tender:
Listen, do you hear it speaking?
Singing, sighing of its passion:
Pausing, running in its beating
In a wild excited fashion.
Oh my Love, my own, my beauteous one;
Entwine this life within your own -
For I am won.