A Valentine in March

photo by tijmen

I cry your mercy–

pity–

love…

aye, love!

Merciful love that tantalizes not,

One-thoughted,

never-wandering,

guileless love,

Unmasked,

and being seen–

without a blot.

O! let me have thee whole,

–all–

all–

be mine!

That shape,

that fairness,

that sweet minor zest

Of love,

your kiss,–

those hands,

those eyes divine,

That warm,

white,

lucent,

million-pleasured breast,–

Yourself–

your soul–

in pity give me all.

Withhold no atom’s atom or I die…

John Keats

Now if that’s not enough to cause a girl to sigh, I don’t know what is. What a gift is this love!  What a visual of the love He has for us and desires from us (minus the pity and mercy on His behalf of course).  It leaves me rather… breathless. 

“Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.”

Isaac Watts, 1707