Imbu'd in me, Her Spirit sheer; o forbear for me for this yearning, dear. - rec by @TATERHOLE : Courtly Love

 

O, forgive me for mine own righteously felt heresy.
Instill'd in me is Her vision;
Solely, I seeth Her smile, a radiance of sunlight upon me.
Solely, Her lips speaketh unto me, as a Prophet of Divinity.
Solely, Her touch lifteth me, an embrace into Heaven most benevolent.
Solely, I perish partaking of Her Body, drowning in reverence within the taste of Her release.
Soully, I am Hers.

-- I may or may not have pulled this from a store of old medieval works and poems of mine (that I may or may not have spent many hours of my young adult life on)

-- Still, feelings of yearning stay the same throughout all years and eras, don't they

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