What Love is this

What love is this that is such bliss,

Never hidden, never secret, but shrouded in the mist

To surf the rolling waves of love,

That descend surround and intertwine in pure divine

Total eclipse of the heart

To wallow in loves lagoon enfolded in all soft cocoon

Touched of love that is all glory

Poetry never to be written, in transcendental arms

saved and smitten

Realities gifted crown

And many children lost on many paths, inheritance left

unfound

Heaven finds me on my knees, crying to the grass and

trees

joy held aloft in all esteem holding all of heavens

dreams

what love is this

Born new love of sacred hearts, We of the infinite

number of its parts