I’ll write about you
Until I’m thin air
But this poem
I’ll never share
I’ll talk about
Our first stare
With which no other
I’ll ever share
My fingertips locked
In her curly hair
Hers to keep ‘cause
I’ll never share
Face so delicate
Figure so fair
Angels can’t hope
To ever share
Mind of a compass
Morals of a square
Only God
Seems to share
Pleasant and lovely
And strong and rare
Traits only she
May ever share
And world around her
She seems to wear
Only to hope
She’ll ever share
But it’s our separate worlds
That seemingly chair
For with any one else
Distance be no bear
And all the miles
From here to there
Keep us from
Completing our pair
In a moment which
In dreams we’d share
But I’ll write of you
Until I’m thin air
But this poem
I’ll never share
(December 2006)
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