The tendrils of my soul are twined <br />With thine, though many a mile apart. <br />And thine in close coiled circuits wind <br />Around the needle of my heart. <br /> <br />Constant as Daniel, strong as Grove. <br />Ebullient throughout its depths like Smee, <br />My heart puts forth its tide of love, <br />And all its circuits close in thee. <br /> <br />O tell me, when along the line <br />From my full heart the message flows, <br />What currents are induced in thine? <br />One click from thee will end my woes. <br /> <br />Through many a volt the weber flew, <br />And clicked this answer back to me; <br />I am thy farad staunch and true, <br />Charged to a volt with love for thee.<br /><br />James Clerk Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentine-by-a-telegraph-clerk/
