Somewhere I've read a thoughtful mind's reflection: <br /> 'All perfect things are three-fold'; and I know <br />Our love has the rare symbol of perfection; <br /> The brain's response, the warm blood's rapturous glow, <br />The soul's sweet language, silent and unspoken. <br /> All these unite us with a deathless tie. <br />For when our frail, clay tenement is broken, <br /> Our spirits will be lovers still, on high. <br /> <br />My dearest wish, you speak before I word it. <br /> You understand the workings of heart. <br />My soul's thought, breathed where only God has heard it, <br /> You fathom with your strange divining art. <br />And Like a fire, that cheers, and lights, and blesses, <br /> And floods a mansion full of happy heat, <br />So does the subtle warmth of your caresses, <br /> Pervade me with rapture, keen as sweet. <br /> <br />And so sometimes, as you and I together <br /> Exult in all dear love's three-fold delights, <br />I cannot help but vaguely wonder whether <br /> When our free souls attain their spirit heights, <br />E'en if we reach that upper realm where God is, <br /> And find the tales of heavenly glory true, <br />I wonder if we shall not miss our bodies, <br /> And long, at times, for hours on earth we knew. <br /> <br />As now, we sometimes pray to leave our prison <br /> And soar beyond all physical demands, <br />So may we not sigh, when we have arisen, <br /> For just one old-time touch of lips and hands? <br />I know, dear heart, a thought like this seems daring <br /> Concerning God's vast Government above, <br />Yet, even There, I shrink from wholly sparing <br /> One element, from this, our Three-fold Love.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-fold/
