I have seen mists shroud everything in sight
So that the Water Tower was obscured;
I have been deafened, so I never heard
What others said to me, and this despite
My every effort straining to get right
The almost-sound that carried past each word;
I have been felt all my senses unassured
Far more than in the blackest quiet night.
Yet no removal of my senses could
Alter the single sense I have of you;
Even in dark and silence, dear, I knew
Where you should be, and what it was I would
With you. You are the star that lights my being
In greater senses than mere petty seeing.
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