You were always a fan of proper poetry. The kind that compares women’s lips to roses and that is written in iambic pentameter.
So to you I present this gift. I hope you enjoy it.


Your arms are like an afternoon in June
Your eyes are my inspiring April sky
Your gentle voice brings happiness to me
My love for you even the blind can see

Eventually our paths will cross again
I wait impatiently for the letter
That carries joy and hope and love and peace
And makes my whole life better