Bright

Devoted to O. P., my love...

We’ve met each other very odd:
Appeared’st Thou to me from God,
Shining with light.
I was returning from a class,
And Thou – from shopping, and the bus
Has met our sight.

Thyself Thou started’st our talk;
I offered after this to walk;
Refused’st Thou.
But Thou inspired’st me anyway;
Got started I to Lord to pray,
“Help me somehow!”

Thou hitest me with elegance,
But I was full with ignorance
Not to appraise
Thy grace, Thy charm, Thy tenderness;
There was a total, complete mess
In my last phrase.

We separated very quick,
Because my soul was quite sick…
I came so far,
A monastery visited,
But rapidly I had to quit
To shun a bar.

I thought a lot about Thee,
And now I do. I beg, no plea.
I made a miss.
It seems I am attractive not,
But do believe my heart is hot.
Be not stern, please.

Suppose, Thy luring was no nil
And had a sense of giving meal
To Thy poor heart.
I can’t believe Thou fed’st it soon.
So tell me, please, my glaring Moon,
What hell was that?!.

May 2019