In the heavens and on the earth
she graces me with joy and mirth.
Save love, I wouldn’t understand
She is the wind, born to be free,
swaying me like a willow tree,
that flows in the lowland.
Like the sunset, she carries on
with hope the bright stars thereupon
make the night both warm and dim.
Holding a lantern in her hand,
which she lights up at her command
when Day is filled to the brim.
And therefor I sing a tune.
And as I walk beneath the moon
I meditate by the sea.
This princess, Lord, with a good name,
whose wisdom is of high acclaim,
acts out of love for Thee.
With thanks to two poets, Tatwin Spruyt and John Williams, who have contributed to this love poem through suggestion, and also thanks to the novelist Mylissa Buysse who reviewed it.