I found this poem reading an essay about labyrinths (Though not this particular linked essay.)

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

But sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.

This poem really resonates with me. It can be interpreted two ways and it really depends on your state of mind, the disposition of your heart, and the grace of your soul. A religious person would see this as God; A lover would see this as their beloved; And perhaps to some a third intepretation would see them as one and the same. How can six lines convey such power? Ah, but that is what poetry is all about.