I spent the night with your words
they were my faithful lovers
in some necessitated sense
for a much beguiled time alone
I felt such security in their constant force
and consistent content
they were my life long valentine shown
and I their focal point trimmed with such passion
you can't imagine the pleasure they gave
unbeknownst to you,
they were fragments of a never ending
love letter you seem to write to me
I wonder if you are even aware that you do it
it must be subconscious on your part
as you are a pragmatical man who deals in success
in increments amid pressure and stress
I, on the other hand am pretty easy to read
simple in my forth right ways
its only the earnest nature of your heart I test
I try so very hard not to mislead
anyone astray or otherwise but most especially you
and I am hopeful yet careful in my regular content
of conversation
as I remain hesitant where you would have me
step even closer forward
my heart is a gentle creature with humble desires
and often she longs to just be near you
even our most silly conversations bring me
such benchmarks of happiness
you once said to me, your presence is enough
so I must admit that your's is too
my star is brighter when your's is nearest
is a strange phenomenon to take a moment's breath from
only God, of it, himself could be more aware
I think I have been most unpolluted in my feelings for you and quite transparently clear
I leave you to the ponder of these words
for your own personal benefit
as I go to do my new favorite career
(that of looking at your photographs in my attempt
to imagine the real you, live and at last really here)
(written May 19, 2007 7pm)