Gloria

Give me just a little time:
Let me give you what I can,
One night at least to call you mine, to
Read your soul, show what I am,
Invite your heart to come to me,
And find what heaven here can be.

 

Guest of angels,
Love of kings,
Or maybe just
Reminding of
Impossible
And wondrous things.

 

Glissando of the song within,
Like fanfare, saying it’s begun:
Outside the sense of mortal men,
Returning joy, forever young,
I feel your passion’s kiss begin,
As sweet as honey on the tongue.

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Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure.