My Love Calls
My blood runs impotently bold when’er I near her; Those and things around her blur And she in lonesome focus brings my heart astir. Her eyes are the world and all life within, Yet compellingly ignorant of the glory therein. Her smile is a song of joy, singing pleasure For her place in God’s employ. Womanly form is perfected in her; I daren’t defile it with this literature. Words must be worthy and kind, for I will not cause her undressing in mind. What heaven has defined, heaven will bind, To protect and to harbor its creation divine. Thus, consider the gift that God has bestowed upon me! A fortune wealthier than rich to be wedded to thee! I am one with you, and you with me, ‘Tis true—I know it! Yet there remains in it Something of a mystery. We may be beings with thought, but truth by proof Compares a little at best when experience is proof. Thus, within our kiss is the very heaven; We reach with our flesh the spirit embedden.