Though my eyes have not beheld your face
and my skin has not felt a brush of your fingers on her
nor my ear listened to your profession
of being unashamedly mine
I know that I have seen you
that I have drunk in every line of your features
and they are etched in my mind.
I know that your words are the pillow
upon which my melancholic heart rests lovingly
and are the music on a replay in my soul’s ear.
I know that I know your touch
because it is just the way I had always dreamed.
I know that I do not know you yet, –
But it feels like I’ve always known you.
So my love to be,
please come be my love
for I do most assuredly know you.