I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
During our love, houses were completed
spiritual homes where you
rebuilt my foundations
idealistic comforts that
somehow I had forgotten
among the gardens, listing
the essential spiritual pleasure
that had no country to root for
but accepted all beings
During our love, we felt
a peace where we were completed
finally, irrevocably, whole
as if lost forever previously
our touch was that mutual
sensation of shared mysticism
the chime of fortitude
and unity so foreign to our
previous human experience
you and I were still like
strange visions to behold
universal love, at just
the right temperature.
Wuji Seshat 
Wuji, you’ve touched my soul again and I am grateful! You are a wordsmith to be sure!!
wow – deep and touching!!
Very cool & deep. Great job
thanks
I scroll down my reader and I see your poems. I read a couple of lines, which are always mesmerising. Sometimes, I read the whole thing and other times I don’t. On the occasions that I don’t read it is because your poetry is sometimes too beautiful to handle at that moment. It physically hurts. I hope that’s not being too dramatic!