A Love Poem Only in Christ.

[Poem written on a Saturday in late April, on a day that I've forgotten when; however foolish and terrible writing this letter/poem will sounds, it speaks of my heart true at this moment, however "intense" it dost come off as. I edited it and decided to post it, because to whom I love: Thou I still do love! (and it's not exactly easy trying to be a friend true and growing attractions to defuse)]

Miss you I do, my sister and my love,
In this day that you were gone, I only wish you were here.

I kept thinking of the day you would depart
For the Heavenly King's Marriage Feast as the bride.
Do you know how many tears of men would be shed for you?
My sister, my love, know you the bitter sweet tears?
Know you the tears that hurts worst than a punch in the face?

Alas, I wish you were here, my sister, my love.
From the spinach in the tomato sauce
To the flours, the sweet flours on the tendered chicken breasts,
Only serves to remind me of
The tender love of your persistence -- that inflaming love --
Which opened a window for a door that God has closed for me.

I was naught and I was almost gone in my puny little raft,
And by God's grace, you I met.

My feelings I could not explain,
But my sister, oh my love,
This love that I see you live -- e'er change my stony heart.

From the edge of the abyss I saw you, thanks and praise be to God.
To you I trek, looking for the fervent heart, and
My heart attracts still to your flaming heart!

I've once asked you my sister, how this flame of love you've sustained,
For so long and enduring it has so burned?

"Only in Christ," were your response.

And I thought whether this puny ship of mine
Can coast along with yours for a bout
For it seems that other lands I must sail,
to see, to calm, and to find...
'Til "Only in Christ" dost my heart burn.

But Oh how my heart burst with pain
When I see you not, My sister and my love!

Today I sit and taught children to write and to play,
Though sank my smitten heart, deep down under the wooden plank.
Every thread and every step that I touch and tread,
The more I've missed you, my sister and my love!

And so my prayer will this day be --
For you my sister and love:

"Only in Christ" may you love;
And to the man that you will come to love
"Only in Christ" may he thee find...
"Only in Christ" may he thee find!

And may our Blessed Mother this friendship of ours,
Even though we may part in ways, bless and guard,
'Til in heav'n our King and Love at last we see.

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus,
O Holy Mary, Mother of God,
Pray for us sinners, now,
At death and until forever more.

Amen.

TMH