Pierced Heart

Mine heart be pierced  
were it not so loved;  
or doth receive  
every light from above.

To he whom knows  
it shines so rare;  
where full it grows  
in want so bare.  
 
Yet not without,  
and still within;  
a regale beats  
'ere light grows dim.  
 
Let one light rise  
to beam upon  
whose heart believes  
in weak made strong.  
 
And lo, a song;  
an anthem's refrain --  
the mystery of dark  
wherefrom I call your name.  
 
    .....