Before I Knew Your Name
Before I knew your name, you spoke to me.
Before I saw the contours of your face,
or learned about your talent, or the place
you call your home, you'd touched me lastingly.
Before I understood your shifting moods,
or touched your lovely skin, or heard you weep,
you were already in me, buried deep:
this never was some shallow interlude.
I loved you though I'd never heard your voice
or stroked your hair. It was just meant to be.
In some unknowable realm we made our choice,
without recourse to hand, or heart, or eye,
for those are carnal things which fade and die:
and I have loved you for eternity.
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