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Somewhere I've read a thoughtful mind's reflection: / "All perfect things are three-fold"; and I know / Our love has this rare symbol of perfection; / The brain's response, the warm blood's rapturous glow, / The soul's sweet language, silent and unspoken. / All these unite us with a deathless tie. / For when our frail, clay tenement is broken, / Our spirits will be lovers still, on high.
My dearest wish, you speak before I word it. / You understand the workings of my heart. / My soul's thought, breathed where only God has heard it, / You fathom with your strange divining art. / And like a fire, that cheers, and lights, and blesses, / And floods a mansion full of happy heat, / So does the subtle warmth of your caresses, / Pervade me with rapture, keen as sweet.