User:Phaedriel/Today/July 21, 2007

When thy hand touches mine,
through all the mesh
Of intricate and interlaced veins
Shoot swift delights
that border on keen pains:
Flesh thrills to thrilling flesh.

When in thine eager eyes
I look to find
A comrade to my thought,
thy ready brain
Delves down and makes
its inmost meaning plain:
Mind answers unto mind.

When hands and eyes
are hid by seas that roll
Wide wastes between us,
still so near thou art
I count the very pulses of thy heart:
Soul speaketh unto soul.

So every law,
or human or divine,
In heart and brain
and spirit makes thee mine.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox