Her Unknown Presence

This maiden smiles as angels cannot smile
because they rarely can reveal their faces.
I should delight in sharing her embraces
as I have known her for a little while.
Yet in the street or sanctuary aisle,
a simpleton, a saint leaves little traces
of why he must rely upon God's graces
whenever he has suffered such a trial.
Now I bear witness, suffering. I wait
until my sudden entrance from the wings
into her unknown presence - that I hate.
Why shall I wonder what that moment brings?
My faith is far too strong to think of fate,
our friendship far too young for other things.