Devine love has come to us
It has walked and Talked to us
It has left its Potent fragrance
Whirling like a Merry dance
With a path of Sorrow and glee
Adventure created just For you and me.
What is this fragrance That woos me?
Lingering, it intoxicates Me with liberty
Yet, it stirs A burning desire
To be in its grip
It holds me so steadfast I know I won’t slip
My love bears gifts Of presence, time
Rapturing my heart
With a sweet