deserve it more than most, more than anyone, indeed, in deed, your passion drowns me, overwhelms and even makes me admit out loudly over comes
your faceted identities, delight, charm, provoke, and evoke multitudes of moods, desires, even writings... but you are too stern, this thing called love, is tissue soft, so hard to form, so easily torn, it requires time & hard work, many words, though oft the fewest are supreme, and I laugh at myself, for the only word I think that rhymes with supreme is dream which is just another synonym for endless opportunities
and I, we, read each others poems to each other quietly, for that is the only, & the best way.