Come near, <br />I long to savor <br />your soul. <br /> <br />You are the salvation <br />that I must extract <br />to keep sin at bay. <br /> <br />Lucifer's extending hand, <br />black and cold, <br />cannot sway me from the rugged hand <br />that is inviting with its heavenly warmth. <br /> <br />God's masterpiece, <br />far surpassing the splendor <br />of rolling hills and blossoming fields in spring. <br />Let me carry you away to such places <br />where you will not be compared, but praised! <br /> <br />My tongue will not dare <br />curse your beauty with comparisons, <br />but will brag of my compassion for you <br />whom God flawlessly fashioned. <br /> <br />Flowers abound the Earth, <br />but your scent overwhelms their bodies <br />and they faint in ecstasy. <br /> <br />Free yourself from <br />the constant strife <br />of turning your lips from mine, <br />they have reached their destination. <br /> <br />I love and know nothing more, <br />nor nothing better. <br />I yearn and it is yet to be a bore, <br />though my soul is sore. <br />The blessed clay, <br />I shall carry it away...<br /><br />Melissa Hurst<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/922-945-964-959-967-942/
