Your love is like a sacred kiss
But never dose it bring me bliss

Its mark is burned into my soul
Smoulders there as living coal

It feeds my passion and my strife
So angered by this willful life

It feeds the longing to depart
But also bids me do my part

I fear my heart will melt away
You mould me here, like potters clay

Fired firm, within your flame
Ready to my purpose claim

Your love, it has a plan for me
That love is truly this life’s key

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020