How shall I make your reverent love known?

It only is from heaven this love falls,

Brought on wings, flown by Gabriel’s sweet clone.

Without your love, on my heart lay the pall.

By first annunciation I did know,

Your gilded arms my final resting place,

Would cast out hell fire sleeping in my bones.

And lustrous tendrils do my face encase

But God did hear of this too gentle sin.

So marry placates her bright, lordly son.

And did design with awful, toothy grin,

To separate the savior from his sun.

But love and will are havens by themselves

Thus we make saintly martyrs of ourselves