I would like to make fun plans with you, but then just do ordinary things; or plan ordinary things but find we have stepped through a wardrobe into a world of ordinary magic.

We cannot play games well when it comes to this love: and this is how we shall win.

I would like to stop wordplaying, and see you.

I am a lover of love and I am a lover of words, and the two together spin visions of airy castles, but also may pierce the heart of hope. And so I remind you that I am a fool, a poet, and what matters is reality, not lovely words. Words are full of promise, yet empty of matter.

I like the feeling of hunger for it reminds me of all those hundreds of months without you.Missing you, thinking of you, like a friendly lonely thin tiger smelling the slip of a season into a new season.

I would like to care more about you than about my feelings for you.

I would like to go to sleep each night by thanking you for being with me,And wake each morning pleasantly surprised to find you are in my life,I would like to feel admiration for the littlest things you do, and how,and how you look others in the eyes, openly, with affection, sparkling but strong.Forever is not important to me, but this is.

I would like to say that your beauty made it difficult to breathe.

If you and I spend our seasons together we would find that our dreams and fantasies of happily-ever-after-love have holes in them through which the wind of karma blows: our yellow flag shakes. And I would like you to look ahead and see what I know: the wind will replace our pretty ideas with something brighter: life.