With every touch commingled as before, <br />And every breath and every aspiration, <br />By this most constant constant inspiration, <br />Old dreams have shown the same on the same shore. <br />And knowing ours with all such fervent candor <br />That in your heart was found my own - Reflection; <br />That in your eyes saw yours and mine - Perfection, <br />Fulfilling life as would live evermore: <br />No striving for myself had left you out, <br />No yawning chasm have I shyed to cross, <br />No burden my poor blood did not pour out, <br />No sea storm on my course too compass-tossed; <br />What ministers, what rabbis' as devout? <br /> Refusing my own soul had seemed less cost.<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-880000-faith-font/
