Love Lines Poem by Roy Ballard

Love lines

I see her love lines curve and zoom
in shades of blue all round the room.
They turn and sweep, now wide and slow,
now fast and thin, now high, now low.
The best of love lines to be seen
are hers, to show that she is Queen.
Her lines are wise and strong; they wind
their way through any block they find.
Their touch is soft but when it's felt
stone walls go soft, turn pale and melt
to let a flood of grace pass through
from glad, new worlds we dimly view.
We light with joy to hear her voice
and wait in hope to know her choice.