When I read a love poem
from even long, long ago
I imagine that they are from you
and the urge to kiss you becomes so great
that I feel I could reach into the fabric of the world
and make you come to me.
And when that urge
is denied
it breaks me so,
but ah!
I love you!
I love the crinkles in your eyes when you smile!
And the gray just starting in your hair!