Our love is like no other thing I know;
It lifts me up much more than music can
To fling me faint upon a soundless dream.
Though weakened by imaginary sights
Of you who claim my soul, my heart, my mind,
There’s something strengthened in my inmost me
That will not break, nor leave me less a man.
I’m gushed together like a falling stream,
And down I’m rushed past whisperings of lights
To splash into bright arms that round me wind,
Caught, and kissed, kissing, lying free
In ageless deeps of possibility.
And though slow time still bars us with its ban,
Our love is like no other thing I know.