I could simply tell you that
every day I gently caress thoughts of you,
or without introduction say
I love you.
I could tell you, without explanation,
that there are times
when I quietly cry in the dark
as I hold you only with my imagination.
But it’s not that easy.
I want you to know
more than the simplicity of
a premeditated layout of words.
And so, here I offer you
the spectrum of my soul —
the thoughts of today,
my dreams for tomorrow,
and all of the things I would entrust to you, oh loved one …
if I could simply tell you.
©1985 HSE


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