My lover comes to me as a thief in the night.
His arrival is heralded by the clouds.
Daily I prepare the rooms in my house in anticipation of his return.
My heart is prepared for him at all times of the day and night.
He is ever mysterious to me.
I have never seen his face for it is too brilliant with his goodness
and mercy.
He is a paradox.
His body is as strong and sturdy a lion,
Yet he is soft and gentle as a little lamb.
When he returns we will be married and will never leave each other's
side.
amanda, may 1999