The Sacred Love

She lifted her hand beneath the moon’s soft glow, Yet struck my heart with arrows low.

I gasped, you’ve wounded me, have some care, Oh beauty so pure, beyond compare!

She asked, what is purity, what is grace? I said, a river flowing to its sacred place.

She asked, what is a river’s course? I said, a heart returning to its source.

She asked, what is a heart’s true way? I said, a seeker who kneels to pray.

She asked, what is prayer’s gentle art? I said, a whisper that never leaves the heart.

She asked, what is a whisper soft and deep? I said, the voice of love in the soul’s keep.

She asked, what is love that never dies? I said, a light that burns in faithful eyes.

She asked, what is light that guides so strong? I said, the call of truth, where we belong.

She asked, what is truth so vast and bright? I said, the name of God in endless light.

She asked, what is light, what is divine? I said, the path where love and faith align.

She asked, and what is love’s most sacred art? I said, to love with soul, not just the heart.

She asked, and what is love that’s truly blessed? I said, a prayer for you, in my final breath.