Grafted

In what do we lack 

That we should pray for more?

An equal fraction of your soul and mine

Are grafted in love-

Love that surpasses all our lacks

And a grafting that conquers death.

What rival on Earth do I fear that subdues love-

Love that binds two souls and secures

Their bond with holy vows?

We have eternity spread before us

Like a sumptuous buffet on a king's table

And I wish to savour 

Every mortal moment with you

For your merits fill my flaws 

And mine fill yours;

You are the lighthouse I return to

When grey clouds rain on my

Buoyant waves

And I know I'm yours;

A shooting star traps my eyes

But what more do I wish for

When your love keeps me content and secure?