Te Amo

Locks falling down,
From royal crown,
In a mix of ebony,
And deep mahogany,
Crowning, and framing a face,
So full of precious grace,
That all art pales to it,
And the angels know, to wit,
That the ark angel Michael,
Painted in this mortal shell,
A masterpiece of life,
Stealing all beauty from among the strife,
He painted this "Mona Lisa" smile,
Free from all deceit and guile,
And dipped His pen into my heart,
When he painted this master art,
And in stark lines upon my soul,
Blazing glorious like crimson coal,
He, through you drew me out,
In gentle whispers, not a shout,
And taught my heart those mighty words,
More precious and potent than any heard,
Sharper, and sweeter than any sword,
Which you, by the grace of the Lord,
Have carved into my being,
And set my heart to singing,
These simple words, "Te Amo",
Simple and sweet they flow,
Melodious, ancient, yet new.
"I love you."