It’s Karmic

“I have loved you before,
This meeting, this life, seems just another round:
One of thousands;
One of one, endless current,
In which new love is recognition:
Nothing more than a new shape
For two pieces of an ancient heart.
And I will love you again;
And toss my soul to the sea until it breaks upon the tide
As it will, as it must, to take shape again:
A limpet soul that clings to you.
For I would make this round a thousand times
To find