Thérèse begins by writing poems at the request of the sisters, but she quickly discovers that there is a means of expressing the outbursts of her heart more powerful than prose.

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“My Sweet Jesus, on your Mother's womb
You appear to me, all radiant with Love.
Love is the ineffable mystery
Who exiled you from the Celestial Stay ...
Ah! let me hide under the veil
That hides you from any mortal gaze
And near you, O Morning Star!
I will find a taste of Heaven. ”