Love lines

I see her love lines curve and zoom

in shades of blue all round the room.

They turn and sweep, now wide and slow,

now fast and thin, now high, now low.

The best of love lines to be seen

are hers, to show that she is Queen.

Her lines are wise and strong; they wind

their way through any block they find.

Their touch is soft but when it’s felt

stone walls go soft, turn pale and melt

to let a flood of grace pass through

from glad, new worlds we dimly view.

I light with joy to hear her voice

and wait in hope to know her choice.