I cannot wait to meet my Love, my heart,
You taste sweeter than honey on my tongue.
Your love surrounds me, lifts me, shapes my art,
No wealth or gold could match the gifts you've flung.
Your fragrance wraps me, oceans in its flow,
A rose eternal blooms where I repose.
Each morning, your soft smile sets me aglow,
Your promises anchor me through all woes.
Your face, a compass pointing me to grace,
I long to dwell where whispers guide my stride.
Not for one day, but all my fleeting space,
I come to meet you, where my joys abide.
In secret place I seek, my soul's delight:
You, Christ, my Valentine, my sacred light.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
I cannot wait to meet my Love, my heart,
You taste sweeter than honey on my tongue.
Your love surrounds me, lifts me, shapes my art,
No wealth or gold could match the gifts you've flung.
Your fragrance wraps me, oceans in its flow,
A rose eternal blooms where I repose.
Each morning, your soft smile sets me aglow,
Your promises anchor me through all woes.
Your face, a compass pointing me to grace,
I long to dwell where whispers guide my stride.
Not for one day, but all my fleeting space,
I come to meet you, where my joys abide.
In secret place I seek, my soul's delight:
You, Christ, my Valentine, my sacred light.
Modern Shakespearean Sonnet
Request permission to use this poem