To Sing of The Beloved

To sing of the beloved is to be

Like a god

And all at once enjoy

The ecstasy of that which is song,

To rejoice in singing 

And to know of love.

To know a man's bliss 

And a man's pain 

All at once.

That tender ache in the heart 

That gives rise to songs...

That sense of perfection and goodness 

Of lying beside her

Like that of a god's pleasure 

And Her's of a goddess.

When with the beloved the heart sings

As every event within the universe

Takes place in a million kisses

That tremble in the sun.