my face in thine eyes
thine in mine appears
and true plain hearts do in their faces rest
where can we find two better hemispheres
without sharp north, without declining west
whatever dies was not mixed equally
if our two loves be one
or thou and i love so alike
that none can slacken
none can die
from ‘Tristan and Isolde’
photo from Eva-Marie Lind
my secret innuendo® 
Love the matching of the image with this posted poem…very nicely done.
thank you 🙂 i thought both the picture and poem were amazing..
thank you 🙂 i thought both the picture and poem were amazing..