i wake to the sun shining, just to me, or so it seems,

reflecting how i love you this much, that much,

but i don't need that heat to remind me because

i know, i know, oh i know. and though sometimes i forget

and sunbeams will warm my fingers to make

me remember that i should not missrecollect

(i tend to). because i am so used to feeling

this, it's hard to always remember to be aware

that i love you when it is like breathing to me,

but then i wake to a sunny autumn daybreak

and the love i feel for you meets me like

the ocean meets with rivers and it hits me

headlong and with a splendid fury so that i forget

to press enter and in fact, this poem ends up being

one very, very, very  long sentence and i come back

and press enter at inappropriate intervals, warbling

i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you

and when i have entered many times,

so that this piece will look more like a poem,

i am still not out of loving breath.

 .

this then is how i love you today

when the sun, in love, reminded me that i do

and that i should not forget to remember that