My love for Paul is clear and pure—a balm
For hurt and catalyst for joy and thrill.
He whispers sweetly in my ear, a calm
“Ditto,” when say I, “I love you—for real!”
A day or two ago, he ‘woke me with
Reminder sweet that last I said at night,
“I love you!”—soft as sleep o’rtook him—sieve
To cancel out the day and make all right.
These moments oft do make my day go smooth’,
A memory of love, express’d in kind
With kiss and touch and embrace firm, not lose
The thrill all day-long, peace and joy I find.
If love ye feel do share your love with kin,
To tell a love is blest a deed, no sin.