Wouldst that I could gaze upon
The beauty and the wonder that
Is you, for truly that vision would
Lift my spirits from the deep
Recession of depression where
They now reside, then bear them up
To the foremost heights of wonder
And awe, where all things are truly good.
Wouldst that I could reach out
And grasp the warmth of love
Which you bear within your breast,
And hold it close so that it might join
With the warmth of my love,
For then, the all-consuming warmth
Would serve to protect us both
From the cold and harsh reality of life.
Wouldst that you were here
To walk close by my side
And comfort me through trying times
Which test my strength and love.
Together we could simply flee
The rigors and the trials of life
In the hopes that love alone
Might guide us through each night.
Feb. 5, 1981
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