The Mystery

Your eyes drink of me,
  Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
  So close to mine.

We have long been lovers,
  We know the range
Of each other's moods
  And how they change;

But when we look
  At each other so
Then we feel
  How little we know;

The spirit eludes us,
  Timid and free --
Can I ever know you
  Or you know me?