When You Do Things From Your Soul,

Your Legs Will Get Heavy And Tired. Then Comes A Moment Of Feeling The Wings You've Grown, Lifting.

I Want To See You. Know Your Voice. Recognize You When You First Come 'round The Corner. Sense Your Scent When I Come Into A Room You've Just Left. Know The Lift Of Your Heel, The Glide Of Your Foot. Become Familiar With The Way You Purse Your Lips Then Let Them Part, Just The Slightest Bit, When I Lean In To Your Space And Kiss You. I Want To Know The Joy Of How You Whisper "more

O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

I Look Into Your Eyes & See The Universe Not Yet Born.

Through Love The Devil Becomes An Angel. Through Love Stones Become Soft As Butter. Through Love Grief Is Like Delight. Through Love Demons Become The Servants Of God.