Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Oh my darling, you have yet to learn
You haven’t said anything. Are you tired?
No, not at all.
You smile but have not said a word. What is it?
I have been speaking volumes to you, pouring endearments over you so that they cover every particle, every wave of your being.
Oh my darling, oh my dream, you have yet to learn that I am always here, always speaking of my love for you, always, always adoring you. Oh, oh, that you not notice so much of it. What shall I do? What shall I do?