Two lovers in an inner room withdrawn, <br />and speaking much of love, as one to one; <br />and yet their speech so ardent in its truth, <br />not sound but rather silence seems to reign. <br /> <br />These silent lovers are the soul and God; <br />their silence, prayer, which brought them, joins them, here; <br />they talk of all that lovers ever speak, <br />and plight their troth as lovers ever swear: <br /> <br />'Yet nought I have to give you, but myself; <br />and that I give, and beg of you to take; <br />and nought I ask of you, but that yourself <br />you give to me in truth for my soul's sake...' <br /> <br />No lovers' pledge more common, nor more true; <br />no love more constant; nor more holy vow.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-pledge-from-mechthild-of-magdeburg/
