What Prize Poem by John G. Nelson

What prize could my heart bids?
How much more should I weep,
during the night to make you feel?
How much tears should I decent
upon my cheek to tell your beauty?

You slain my heart with bitterness,
You crush them with dying famine.
My skin shrivelled upon my bones,
just as a dried tree in the desert.
my heart fetters, due to its blazing.

Let me become the bread of love
Fending disquieting thoughts far…
Let me extinguish the blazing pains,
Let me kiss you & soften your heart
Saturating them with endless joy.