Love awakened...

When the heart is shaken, joy is near,
So to let its curious balm
Be my consolation; not to fear
Love's agitations, but to embrace this calm.
Love was not mirrored; I gazed on his soul
And withdrew mine, yet this joy will survive
And not wither, though it lacks its goal
And must rest in my own safekeeping to thrive.
At last I recognise that my love's face
Is Wisdom, and while in this contemplation
The abundance of her lovely gifts of Grace
Begins my sore but proper education.
For what's a little honest heart's pain,
Compared with knowing that my heart can love again?