Your True Love

Love is a beacon, very far away from my present state but shining with such brilliance that I can only be a believer in love's power to make everything else share in its beauty. And when you and I are in love, as I hope we will be, that beacon light will shine within us. The warmth of that light has not yet reached us in all of its fullness. My light spills out from the deep interior of my being, and joins itself to yours, and in that double radiance we have the full measure of our humanity. These words, I know very well, echo those of countless poets and lovers before me, and the words we speak today in just each other's hearing will be the inspired speech of future poets and lovers. The love that excites two people to speak with an eloquence neither could command before will prove to be a lasting bond between them. I see every trace of beauty in your face and form as you see in my body. And you marvel at the wise things I casually say as I do in your everyday speech. It is simply our destiny to be in awe of each other for every possible good we share. Your goodness is a morning mist carried on the gentlest breeze that freshens everything it touches. Your goodness is a ray of light that penetrates the dark mood of those whose loneliness is a lingering night with no dawn in sight. Your goodness is a gentle rain that falls almost imperceptibly over brittle grass and restores the whole field to its green glory. You see, my dear, in giving me what I most desire - Your True Love - you have also made me, once just a common man, the most generous man alive. I want my happiness to arise in all the others, I want this dizzy happiness to infect all those who languish or rejoice so that everyone feels Joy, Joy, Joy!