Our emotions barred by complication, beating hearts in a cold isolation, our voices drowned out by a painful situation, yet I curse the distance between us.

This love is more powerful than mere infatuation or lust; It will not be blown away by a breeze or mighty gust. In the darkest hour of the night, your pictures haunt me. A pleasant torment, you are my radiant light, shining in the core of who I am. Even if I must wait all eternity, you will always be my tenderhearted lamb. I feel a swelling in my heart, these emotions tearing me apart; consumed by the fire of love, you are my symbol of rest, my dove!

Beyond the thunder and storm, a new life is beginning to form. The ice on my heart is melted and warm. Now springs of water, feeding life, and my defenses are gone, both sword and knife...

This is deep, emotional poetry of love and faith. The theologian expresses his true love for the woman of his dreams, and at first he feels torn between his passion for the beaty-queen and his Godly quest.

This book follows the evangelical book of sermans and more, by Richard Paul Myburgh.