An Invitation. Poem by Fay Slimm

If thou be the spear that pierces my soul
Never will thrust seem so sweet.
The softest of places thou wouldst control
If thou enter, and never retreat.

Open the flood-gates to this waiting heart
The bolts, to thy power will yield.
Love for thee oils them, and no rust will part
Us, or bar thy way when thou dost start.

Enter thy sword in this scabbard of mine.
My body longeth for thee.
Abide in this shelter, love as divine
Thou wilt find with no other than me.

Sojourn within this palace my lord, white
Sheets of satin deck my bed.
Thy lady awaits, so enter tonight.
By the morrow we shall be wed.