A fountain of fresh waters from Fourteen Falls,
Touches the heart with ecstasy of stillness,
Yet they cant bring a lasting adoration to the soul,
With which your affection has poured unto me.

I have heard of tales of maidens from the East,
Whose presence pampered many a soul to serenity,
But you, my Love, your devotion is superior,
To any understanding within a man's dictionary.

From you, flows wells of ardency like anointing oil,
Sliding through the chambers of my heart,
Locked inside of me, they quench of the shame and pain,
And adorn me with suits of joy and happiness.

When I'm caught within the floods of sorrow,
Your love delivers me and sets me free,
When I'm chained within the pangs of lack,
Your love showers me with abundance of life.

Exceedingly and abundantly above all i ever asked,
You have given, my Love, when none could,
Sailed me through the sea of fulfillment and tranquility,
When no one was ready to row with me in life.

You are a sanctuary whose priest i know not off,
But one thing i know, you are made of love,
And every day, I will surrender my soul to you,
And my whole being will worship in the myriad of your love.

You are my sanctuary,
You are my sanctuary of love,
Forever, i will abide in your presence.

Note:
This is an extract from my book, "The Rose of Sharon", you can contact me to get an ebook copy for free.