I want to write to you. I want to talk to you. Oh, to find the words that entreat! I would sing a new song, sweeter than the spring rain that now falls.
Groom of my heart! Bridegroom of the universal church, please hear my prayers.
I wish my heart and head were instruments and I, with my soul, could play upon them music so powerful and mellow that it would melt yours reservations like hot caramel sauce on cold, creamy ice cream.
I wish I could delight your being, distract and divert your sense of humour so much that eternity would seem but a moment shared by friends.
My LORD, I would build worlds with words and give these worlds to you to amuse you. For your pleasure are all things. Cas
How can I entreat you, my Lord, my love? What offering of tender desire and passion would please you? By what ordinary magic could a frail human like myself cause the all-powerful to smile?
What brings you joy?
What new song could I sing?
Give me words no other tongue has offered.
Give me grace, unmerited favour that I might bring an offering uniquely acceptable.
Perfume my prayers with the scent of your own most intimate beauty.
Let me love you. Cas