Letter to Grace
A river of thoughts, my dear Grace,
Rush around my head. Divine eyes
Glisten off its waters. Your face
Waits beneath the surface in disguise.
My heart to thee, remised.
Wrapped in a veil of awe when I
Think of you, no voice can compare
To the symphony I descry
From my abundance of lonely prayers,
Your song then beautifies.
Though the bloom of your smile never
May glow for me, its rich to know
A queen as you sees me below,
Though I’m squirming in my endeavors
That thy face hath bestowed.