It’s now

In these

Early hours

Of dawn

That I

Miss you

Most even

Though beside

Me you

Lay it’s

Because in

Sleep your

Eyes are

Shaded and

It’s only

In those

Eyes do

I see

A reflection

Of myself

Reminding me

That I’m

Here now

With you

It’s you

Bean just

You even

Though in

The past

I’ve written

To others

You see

These others

Are but

Names and

While they

May read

They don’t

Hear so

I write

These to

you it’s

You Bean

That does

And it’s

You Bean

that is

And it’s

You Bean

That has

Been always

My heart

Some love

Is a

Love that

Grows and

Touches others

It’s not

In love

It’s a

Love that

Simply gets

Better at

Every turn

It’s the

Ooo’s and

Aah’s of

Love the

Rippling brook

Of love

The pause

Of love

And the

Delicate aged

Fragrance of

Love true

Love changes

It doesn’t

Roar never

Thunders never

Drifts and

Never falls

It tiptoes

And tickles

And winks

It appears

As a

Mirage until

You find

Yourself in

Its oasis

That is

True love

And in

There I

Discovered wondrous

Things fireflies

Jun bugs

Caterpillars and

Deer fae

And gnomes

Long lost

Spirits and

Tribes and

Of course

My self