She
Before I knew her name
or ever heard that voice,
so soft as shapeless flame,
my love took limb,
for love must be flesh
or else could nothing be.
And She,
possessed of a sweetness
that is both promise
to the brave,
and a message
from radiant climes
is both answer to prayer
and destiny before me.
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