My dear Mr. B
You asked how
I love you
Maybe it’s better
For you to
Know how I
Don’t
I don’t love
You like a
Brother or a
Child I don’t
Love you like
A secret or
Like a shout
I love you
Like the summer
Loves the spring
Taking the time
To blossom the
Same flowers upon
Which I’m known
This is how
I love you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 