Holy Joy

Holy Joy ******** Looking into thy face, The broad eyes and smile deep, My mind feels pain to have it, How to catch the beauty that decorates the eyes? Hence the pain and heart feels it, Only heart can feel that which is authentic, Thou art my pain that nurtures Love, In the womb of pain love is born. So I am loaded as if Cross I am on my soul, I am carrying the cross of thy love, Holy and platonic, Grateful and grasping. With my mind being and soul thou art shrine with adoration deep, A thrilling joy of love. Still mind is joyous to feel Christmas all through body as thou art like Mother Mary, Thy virgin womb is my heaven, Thy heart is blooming for my dream, The seed of my spiritual Creed with love that makes me feel with piercing pain, Thou art my eternal self into which I am born and die each moment, Thou art my momentous joy and Love heaven denies not. My mind's pristine glory and purging embrace. Within without we both art similar with similar beatitude.