Confession [I]

Shy, so shy—
somewhat ashamed to have You near Me.
Blushed and flushed—
the thought You’d have to bear Me.

You said that You were willing,
and I am willing to surrender,
this part of Me that winces—
this part of Me so tender.

So take Me in Your arms
and protect Me from the winters.
Place My fingers in Your mouth
that I collect no splinters.

And, from Our Lover’s Bed,
shelter Me from what I pled,
soften where I dare to tread
‘til those words—‘I thee wed.’