Just another poem

Inspired by an enamoured rhyme,
i composed my reply this time.

For the link, i'd waited long
from the 'source' to which my greetings belong.

Stumbled upon it yestrday,
the entry in which my interest lay.

I started reading with sweet indifference
coz it claimed no direct refrence.

For while I knew not what it to me said,
Before its doubts were into mine conveyed,

Of God and nature, glory, bliss, and pleasure,
That love might be his heavenly treasure.

This, my dear friends, this was my blessed case.
For nothing spoke to me but the fair face.

Now i am tired of poetry, i have said enuff,
about Her, Him and all his enigmatic stuff.

I know my lyrical ode isn't as sublime
but that was one helluva enamoured rhyme!!!