She wasn't taller than her doll-house. <br />She was still writing to Santa Claus. <br />Dark curly hair and wide open eyes <br />she piously kneeled piercing the skies. <br />She smiled to Heaven and silently said: <br />'With this heart I Thee wed! '. <br /> <br />She blossomed slowly as a dark Rose, <br />her wild thorns brought bleeding to her many foes. <br />Her pale fingers played with rosaries and ink. <br />She kept watching the heaven without a blink. <br />She smiled to the blue Moon and silently said: <br />'With these eyes I Thee wed! '. <br /> <br />Only once she met the dark Evening Star. <br />Her heart echoed its shine near and far. <br />She opened her bud, her thorns she killed, <br />with divine love the dark Rose was filled. <br />She smiled to Him and silently said: <br />'With this life and love I Thee wed! '.<br /><br />Maria Magdalena Biela<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-thee-wed/
