The Joy of Your Love

My hands

stretched wide

could only hold

the tip of your love

You fill my limbs

my flesh,

my deepest soul

I am rolling down

a grassy slope

in springtime.

The sun beats down.

I am blinded, laughing, tumbling.

How sweet the smell of flowers.

How sweet your nectar

How joyous the surge that rushes

through my veins.

How can I bear to live

when I might die of joy?

God must love me;

He has given me you.