My dear love,
I do have
So many things
To tell you,
So many things.
But I
Do not know
how
To begin.
Shall
I
tell you
how
I miss you?
How I
See you,
Every night,
A dream
Within my dreams?
Shall I tell
You how
I see you
When I read
A book,
When I think,
When I drink,
When I walk?
Shall I tell
You how
I see
Your lips
In the roses,
And your eyes
In the rivers,
And the skies?
Shall I tell
You how much
I love you,
How much I
Need you,
How much
You mean
To me?
My dear love,
I do have
So many things
To tell you,
So many things,
So many things
About love,
And about
You and me.