I would tell you everything
and nothing:
the only thing I would wish to tell you, that I haven’t, is simply how much I care.
unfortunately I can’t tell you that.
at least not without too many pages of writing
too many minutes of song
too many lines of poetry
too many moments of life
too many lives to live
too many too many’s
therefore what you perceive as the care that I give and the feelings I have are only ever the over flows of lives lived, moments had, poems said, minutes with you , songs sung, pages read, and manys spent together