Ecstasy.. Poem by Sharon Smith

To be held in the Arms of this Magical Flow..
The Essence of all..through Love's Sublime Caress
This Peace never felt through my soul now infused
All is forgotten..all gone; could not bare any less..
of this magic..this mystique..this Balm; Oh to soothe..
this weary soul on its journey through Time
Love's Embrace with Its strength..makes me weak in Its Flight
An Embrace; Oh Pure Ecstasy; Higher and higher does climb.




Song of songs..

Rightly do they love you.
..why should I be as one who veils herself
By the flocks of your companions?
6 His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me.