we have not long until our love begins
do you yet have a song to sing? 
secret pearls I've stored up for you are longing to adorn their muse
in rest I have given thought to you
in sleep my mind consumes you entirely 
in waking I have found your scent remaining in all of my wonderings

O love if you are lost, be found! 
between the tide and the thorny brush i am waiting
upon the rocks of mystery 
before the sun leaves her throne 
How shall I wait? 
with tear and fist? 
or with heart and gaze
full on for the fire at hand 
full broken and mended from previous burn