This Longing Poem by Patti Masterman

This longing, he says, is nice to feel;
Like magnets attract, if could never repel,
Like two birds in flight, each other's trail;
And finding your thoughts, in the mind of another.
Never to touch your soul's secret lover;
That fire which burns, yet never singe
That tear which falls, yet leaves a tinge
Of color, on a dampened cheek-
And red rimmed eyes; how they could speak!
But this longing has to say it all for me
And those two birds stay forever free.