Dear soulmate, why dost thou keep thy presence from me?
For all my searching, thou still are missing,
For all my waiting hast not produced thee--
Heaven's deaf to all my wishing.
If thou must elude me, be it for a better time
Or place, or better persons in ourselves;
As one might decant too early fine wine
And spoil such bliss as patience tells.
Yet, Lord, in patience there is aching
And in aching eyes are wet,
Let not, dear soulmate, our time be wasting.
Let profit serve where once was debt.
And yet, soulmate, to be my mirror
Thou too must ache that I be nearer!

12/27/2010

Posted on 12/28/2010
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