Though I've yet to gaze on your perfect face
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or hear the sound of your sweet, gentle voice,
the thought of you enkindles my embrace
of our sure union in spite of Fate's choice.
I oft' envision your resplendent image,
to fondly picture an angelic vision
of you—a cherub with divine carriage
and a fluorescent halo that's so golden.
I am most in love with the thought of you,
that yet not e'en the spans of space and time
can thwart our meeting when our love means two—
I thus love you through this undying rhyme.
So abide with patience by trusting this—
that before long we'll ne'er another miss.
"To have the soul of a poet is to feel with the mind, and to think with the heart."