In Honor of Three Beautiful Years

Ok, so I'm five days early with this; but in honor of our third anniversary I'd like to post a couple of poems by my favorite poet:

For My One True Love

How I miss you...

Yet is it possible that I should miss you, when as yet I know not who you are?

Visions, allusions, arise as phantoms in my head

Every day, every hour, as I long for you.

Yes, my dear, my love, I long for you,

For your love, and for to know your face--

To know your self, more every hour,

To have you with me, my comfort my support.

Perhaps I know you; but how shall I tell?

The eyes inside me, which see the visions

That exist only in my imaginary world

Would put a face on you, and give you a name.

Thus you are that man, though I know you not

Except by acquaintance, by an exchange of names,

By a brief working knowledge, and by a dance.

I hunger for you, therefore--

But not for your love, so much yet.

I hunger to know your mind, to learn

What those things are which make you happy,

Which give you delight, which cause in you restlessness.

That which angers you, captures you, bores you;

Whether you daydream and of what.

So I long for you-- but, dear, not now for love,

But to know who you are, for that I long early.

While I still know you not in full,

I may make you, wrongfully, in that image,

In that mold, which I would imagine to desire.

I must surrender, acknowledge, forsake--

For I cannot bring it to pass.

By God's will alone will such come to pass--

In His hands is the turning of hearts,

Nor can I give such to Him, for He already has it.

Yet, I love you, dear. And my prayers do not cease,

For I long to know who you are,

and such, I trust, will be revealed by our Lord,

I must wait for His time, and unceasingly pray.

Rebekah Eyre
Early 2001

What's In My Heart

I don't really have words for you,

Nothing eloquent or poignant on my tongue.

But in my heart are thoughts for you,

So many rising melodies unsung.

The night wind whispers through the trees,

"The clouds are gone, the stars are out", you say

A fragrance rides the silent breeze

I long to spend such times with you one day.

These thoughts I must express some how--

The thoughts I have which all are just for you

At first, my heart was wary; now

This joyful wonder always shall be true:

God never gave a greater friend

Than that which He has given me in you

It's true that love, not time, shall mend

Each wound-- for in Christ's gracious love I grew--

I guess at last the time was right

For now you've sparked a love within my heart;

It grows deeper each day, each night,

That's what I wanted to tell you from the start.

Rebekah Eyre

August 2001