Dante's Beatrice

( I wrote this after reading Dante's "La Vida Novo".. a tale of lost love, and love from a distance)

See Her Now
She has a newness
Purity and goodness break against me
Like waves in her wake
As she passes

From now on
I am impeded
For one stronger than I has come
To rule over me
Love compels me

Beatrice
My lips form your name
Yet, Angels whisper, their eyes lowered
Oh, sweet child of God
Vision of love

Prisoner
This flawless soul
A vision to a flawed, sinful world
Now, behold my heart
It burns for thee

Breathless, I
Fearful to speak
Deaf and dumb, lame to act, struck so by God
yet, slyly, listen
To others, speak

Like a shadow, hidden and pale
Cast across yon wall, as this saint glides by
Not daring to gaze
Into her eyes

Love, like a thief
Has stolen from me
That which no earthly court may reimburse
My very heart, soul
Possessed now

Weakness, my pain
can she read this?
Etched on my face, boldly, by love himself
Core of my being
Screams out her name

So, I suffer
Blissfully, I wait
Forever, forever beyond my reach
Agony of love
Unrequited