Divine Love.

Love divine, love divine;

O sweet nectar, thou art mine.

The heart is ripe, pulsates,

Bound to the music of wine,

Strung to the vibrations of the sweet vine.

Love divine, love divine;

Radiant of light, thou art mine.

The eyes awaken, drinking deep,

Drowned within colour sublime,

Washed through a rainbow refined.

Love divine, love divine;

Feast of my soul, thou art mine.

Nourishment greater than I need,

Strength of wisdom for every deed,

I hunger no longer of the body you feed.

May 29-31st 1994 ©  Will George.

Will George Poet

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