AFFINITY

But little converse have we held, Our hands have scarcely ever met, With just a formal word or two You come and go; and yet—and yet— I have a dream we two were one Ere garb of flesh these spirits wore; The soul that speaks within your eyes Tells mine they’ve met and loved before. And so I am content to wait, Knowing the day will surely dawn When, as the first man woke, you’ll wake From your soul-sleep, and looking on My face will know that I am she, Your Eve, your other self, your fate. Till then, till then, come weal or woe, I am content, content to wait.