Dearest lady, in the darkest night,

You are my only illumination

Guiding me safely to shore

From the stormy sea of my soul

To rest in the haven of your love

Blessed with a distillation of qualities

Of loving kindness rarely found

In such rich abundance

Your magnanimity of heart

In accepting me completely

In my flawed depravity

Transforms my ugliness

Into something good

But only a pale reflection

Of your shining beauty.

He would be a dullard

Who failed to feel the warmth

That radiates from your soul

In a constant stream of grace

Deluded too, are those fools

Who deny that such goodness

Can exist in this harsh world

And who vent their spleen

On everything noble and true

The spawn of their selfishness

Dark child of hateful spite.

Dear architect of my delight,

I would forswear all other joys

And girding up my loins

Armed only with the sword of truth

Would dare to fight all demons

Who wish to destroy our happiness

And conquer in the name of love

And after battle, find healing

In the arms of your constant care

Where despair is banished

And all is peace and joy

And on wings of love my soul

Would at last take flight

To our eternal home