Recall me to thee, Divine Lover,
when my mind on earthly things too much doth dwell.
I am weak and my mind decays
into ephemeral fancies that give no satisfaction-
Yet, with sweetness you transfix my heart
and shock me with fluttering delight.
In those moments, smitten, shivering;
I am yours-
sighing and musing over your beauty.
Consumed and wanting to consummate,
I solicitously and achingly anticipate the embrace of the eschaton.