One Thing Is Just An Extension of the Other

What to write ... the calm of night, Feeds my desire to perspire. For love, my mind moves to you. Your thoughts, my thoughts Your words, my tune. I wait, wonder, will your return, Bring new things to my mind's concern.. For love, before I sleep, I see, Your heart of hearts, My fantasy. I know this love is more than That of a sister's or brother's, It started small, but now I know This truth, The Ancient Puzzle. One thing is just, and truly just An extension of the other.