But cleft in twain my heart still yearns for thee;
I yearn to see the magic of thy smile;
I long to hear and see the dreams which we
Have always manifested; all the while
Denying to our other worlds the fact
That this discreet perfection had a name.
It lived, in every thought and deed and act
Which in our lives the other would proclaim.
It cannot be enough to kiss and hold;
For it is thee with whom I am in love.
I love not even life as much as thee.
I only dream of when I may behold
My sweet companion–whom I hold above
All earthly deeds–this sister who loves me.