when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

how is it thathe's alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.

you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.

she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.