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Does she know:

About this inner landscape of hot springs?

From which steam words she believes beautiful

That they are so because they contain every

Last concentrated drop of such beautiful feeling

That created them?



Does she know:

How she gentles my soul

Like soft candlelight all round an infinite room?

In there the flame flickers and dances with such warmth.



Does she know:

How my arms are there to hold her

If she should ever need them

The way a tree tenderly cradles a nest

Of songbirds from wind and rain?



Does she know:

How even though I’ve not seen her smile for three years

Its loveliness had been indelibly imprinted on my soul

Since it first broke like an enchanting dawn upon her face?



Does she know:

How so mysterious and precious her life is to me?

That it is a treasure more than an endless heaven of gold or silver

That her heart’s world is one of peace and comfort to me where I rest?

That nightly her name settles gently

upon the lips of my dreams when I sleep?



Does she know:

That to think of her is to create a fluttering tempest of butterflies

To race fearlessly through me, to even catch my breath recklessly

In a tangle in her hair, in the soft delight of her skin

And that in the skies of her eyes I can soar majestically?



And that I will ever patiently turn with her

Like the Earth does in space ever since it first formed?

Does she know, does she know:

how much I love her?