Where can I find you?

I gathered all the poetry books I could find.

Skimmed them through and through

Over and above, I searched for anything about Love.

I found very little, in words archaic, almost brittle:

Not expressive of what I feel about you, everyday.

You're like a page I don't want to turn at all.

A hanging glass egg that should not fall

I gleam at your words and whenever I'm through,

Reading seems just the right way to construe

Your eternal thoughts, your ever-fleeting glances

I learn about you just as the day advances.

From page to page I win your confidence

That every time you speak, you cadence:

Long, short, short, short, long, long...

For you, my dearest, I do long.

And now, I find no poem can

Ever mean the words I plan

To tell you most, the things I share

From my heart's most intimate affair.

I find my world at peace with you

Always when the nearer to

You I am. I am you

Know

that

I

Love

You.

5 February 2010