The frost sets gentile on the windows
As the sun arises from its sleep.
Though the morn is cold, as a west wind blows,
A warmth in my heart I may keep.
For as dark and as drear as the day seems,
There is a ray of hope that yet I see;
A vision bright as on it beams
Throughout eternity.
Love lights the way to the Father,
And all those whom follow the Son.
Each of us, sister and brother,
Have the work of His kingdom begun.
The heart is a precious, priceless stronghold,
A place, a throne, for those whom you love.
Here, in me, that part you hold,
Oh, angel from above.
As night ensues the fleeing day,
And shadows creep and stir,
Strong for you I'll ever stay
As the mighty fir.
From setting sun 'till dawn does break,
In dreams I visit you.
Every action that I make
I dedicate to you; its true.
Never night or day will leave
Without a thought or prayer.
No more perfect person can I perceive
Than as I see you there.
Unto my mind and soul you are
A catalyst and salve.
And to you, though you may be far,
I send as that I have.
Beauty and enduring grace
I ever see in thee,
Though others doubt thy radiant face,
Their error shall it be.
With sword of truth and love my shield
I'll ever serve you well.
To righteousness the fools shall yield
And their wrongs shall tell.
To be your knight, aye, servant true
'Till death may make his marks
Is all I truly long to do;
To keep you from life's darks.
As many saints and men of heart
It must be said today,
"With my life I'd gladly part
To keep thee from harms way."
Rash it sounds to lesser folk
Whom lie as suits the scene.
They find my code a simple joke
As that a clown might mean.
Not a laugh I give an oath,
Least not to woman kind.
For truth and honor, surely both,
Are foremost in my mind.
Judge my stand as see you fit,
But not my pride or means.
To me a woman of such wit
Is fit to be a Queen.
Thy will is mine, as it should be
For any soul so true.
Never will I question thee
But as you bade me I'll do.
On judgement day, when comes it at last,
I'll soberly take your place
If it were allowed and you
Had made some sore mistake.
Though separated by some mile
You're ever near at heart.
I ever see your lambent smile
As piercing as a dart.
In this world of quiet despair
Let love's anthem ring
And all the true of heart prepare
To rejoice loud and sing.
Still those that wander lost, alone
Their own sad dirges voice,
The loneliness it is perhaps
Their own stubborn and foolish choice.
Only those of generous hand
Even in times of need
Can with these restless ones make band
And all their sorrows bleed.
No person on earth, no single one,
Deserves to have no friend.
Them that most we shamefully shun
Cannot be given such and end.
Instead befriend the hated, despised
When no one else will try.
The group that will they help comprise
Will also get them by.
Love is life's most precious prize
To those who dare to care.
To this end I realize
That love is Heaven's stair.
I love thee more by night and day
Through my tongue lies still.
So I must write it in this way,
A testament to will.
I send my heart and soul to you
To do with what you will.
All I say will be proved true
As life time does fill.
With parting words I'd like to say
To you of hallowed heart,
"I love you each and every day,
And never shall my love depart."
