Thy Soul's A Melody Divine Poem by Brett White

Thy Soul's a Melody Divine,
Floating through air as it doth combine
With mine, nestled in Winter's Warm,
Raging, Sublime, and Dew-Frosted Storm.
Ice shalt never frost thee, My Maiden.
Thou art a Radiant Sun and Laden
With Jewels of Heaven Inside
Thy Soul, devoid of baseless Pride.
My Pride shall never touch thee, My Love-
As Pride doth never Belong Above
Earth's Skies where Stars danceth tonight,
Peaking their heads after Twilight.
All the Stars of Libra doth Shine
In thee, My Love, so Bright and Fine;
Finer than Soft Silken Warm Dreams,
Brighter than any Trophy which Gleams.