Poetry The name I no longer whisper

My love found a home at last
A magnificent temple
With strong walls
And tall open windows
The pulpit houses her heart
And it is her truth
Proceeding
And echoing under the arches
How can I fear anything now
When the doors to that holy place
Stand open?

 

[Emily]

Beautiful, beautiful

 

[izi 出久]

I love this.... so beautiful.

 

[Dorm Ant]

This can be read as either romantic love or universal/spiritual love. Great stuff.