Divine Love: Immense Joy II

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So seldom do I gather them memories

For reminiscence or of love who hurt me, 

(The weakness and pain of a heart that loveth so)

That the entrance into me should shrink 

To the joyous pain of first love.

A little spark is followed by great flame; 

A glaze of your hand and lips the beginning 

There is never doubt how I may respond!

With selfish men such passage hurts   

Lacerates the walls; but with you   

Whom the art of love is bedded,

With slow hands and with sweet words 

The glide down the waterslide fluid and slick.

Since you came along 

And found me forlorn 

Everything has changed.

While Mira told me to take it slow 

I saw the end of my pain, and a new beginning

Never did a heart thump-thump so fast, and hard!

And even as second thoughts lingered 

Reminding of first love, 

Like a pilgrim who would fain return,

In my imagination, worsened by uncertainty,

Yet I fixed mine eyes beyond the known wont.

Not long I bore it, the hurt, nor so little while 

But I beheld love sparkle, hope alive and faith strong

For with another sun the heaven had adorned.