Together

Under how many suns have we embraced
In what long fields of flowers and steets of stone
In the strong light of summer, interlaced
And made, like God, a darkness of our own.

Oh when the bitter wind of longing blows
And all between us seems an aching space
Think that we hold each other close, so close;
We cannot even see each other's face.
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