Tudor House of Love
He stood there in the front of the room bathed in light
and suddenly he turned into a halo right before my eyes
All that was once invisible to me was now a Holy matter
and all the things I oft kept shut were opened wide ajar
He was kindness personified and as he framed me still,
I heard the swoosh of his gown as he came forward to
wrap his arms around me tight, then he whispered,
"I Love You So" nodding deeply, it was all understood.
Though I was unfit to untie His dusty leather sandal
I was the one who had to wipe the tears away from
His moonstruck cheek,
He turned me into a Mystic that day, then
as all labels of meekness shed from my soul,
I became strong as I entered His Tudor house, of LOVE...
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