Classic Poem

Thou thinkst that I to thee am fully known;
Yet thou'lt not think how powerfull I am grown.
I can work miracles, and when I do
Think on thy worth, think thee a wonder too.
Thy constant love and lines in verse and prose,
Makes me think thee and them miraculous
My self am from my self, both here and there I
Suppose my self grown an Ubiquitary.
We are a miracle, and 'tis with us
As with John Baptist and his Lazarus
I thou, and thou art I, and 'tis a wonder,
That we both live, and yet both live asunder.
Come then, let's meet agen; for untill we
Unite, the times can't be at unity
But if this distance must still interpose
Between my eye and thee, yet let us close
In mind, and though our necks by-forked grown,
Spread-Eagle like, yet let our Breasts be one.