Prudence Poem by Yashim George

Balmed with healings by the hands of the tender Virgin
A gift long-awaited, gift as Alice's golden key
Pouring from within me I am soaked in graceful gold in
Swear thee, swear thee
Thou, my beloved, not thing, vain or maim shall deflower the integrity of this love's fame
I pray thee,
For avid prudence and caution
Soft as tender Virgin's palms
...
I feel eternity holding me and stars whisper thee
Maiden keep to grace
Then she smiles