i think you do not see my words for what they say, my love

i think you think i write poetry or something

actually some of them are little letters,

(love and otherwise) and sometimes just tell

how i feel about the things i think of in the dark

i have the nearest feelings of your limbs sometimes

and if i look straight ahead i can see you from the

corner of my eye. i imagine your eyes half shut and

watching me, thinking i am lovely.

i imagine that you smile at me while you are

amused by me in silence.

i think your love is a tree, growing forever,

evergreen so as always to shade me.

for how can shade be anything but good, i wonder?

when it is not needed, the sun does not shine and

there is always shelter for me. or cover from the burn.

i have to find a perfect metaphor for you one day

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