For you my darling, you my muse,
I write this billet-doux.
For your soft skin and violet scent,
Your fingers pale and ears meant
Only to hear words of love,
Oh my dove,
For your mind sharp and erudite,
Your pearly tears for other’s plight,
The love that swells your heart to pain,
Your voice like falling rain,
Or whispering winds
Through a broken window pane,
For your tenderness and aching grace,
Your dear familiar face…
For you my darling, you my muse,
I write this billet-doux.