If thou be the spear that pierces my soul <br />Never will thrust seem so sweet. <br />The softest of places thou wouldst control <br />If thou enter, and never retreat. <br /> <br />Open the flood-gates to this waiting heart <br />The bolts, to thy power will yield. <br />Love for thee oils them, and no rust will part <br />Us, or bar thy way when thou dost start. <br /> <br />Enter thy sword in this scabbard of mine. <br />My body longeth for thee. <br />Abide in this shelter, love as divine <br />Thou wilt find with no other than me. <br /> <br />Sojourn within this palace my lord, white <br />Sheets of satin deck my bed. <br />Thy lady awaits, so enter tonight. <br />By the morrow we shall be wed.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-invitation-4/
