The same old tables know my name
And memories felt
In feelings like young hands first touch
Return in eyes one and the same
In creation, I create
And in hopeful optimism grow
Looking continually cut
Like the flowers by the highway lives
In wishing and where is why I tend to find
That you are the foremost thought of late
The only sonnet ever on my mind
In a humming truth like a vibrant bird
You are here most every time alive
If you could just see what I've become. I swear or will happily promise by high heavens, you'll like what you will find.