All I Ask

To step through the ornate doors of your heart.
To wander through the hallowed halls inside
Close my eyes and feel the ridges
on the pillars
To put my cheek on the stone,
be thrilled to the bone
by the knowledge that this love thine
is now mine.

To put my ear to the ground
and listen to the irregular rhythm
of your trembling heart;
To lift my face to the skylight
and be blessed by the fingers of God
streaming through the glass stained
and admit
this nonchalance feigned.

To fall to my knees,
stretch my arms wide,
to scream with joy
and beam with pride,
To smile with gratitude
for you at my side,
To build this shrine
With these calloused hands mine.

The words, the beautiful words...where are they...??