(Because you are me and I am you). This one's for you,
like all the rest; just for you my love.

Sitting, thinking of you (with arms - outstretched
waiting for you) while words swirl round my head
and heart (to come home to me) trickling; down
to my hand and out: through the ink in my pen (with
a smile on your face) and I. sit here hoping - the
words will sort themselves out into, a fashionable
order with the punctuation in. their places and express
(and a loving embrace) my feelings of love and
adoration. (never letting go of me) to you - but after
every word has arranged itself, will it make sense
will they ? be able to show you how much you mean
(starring into each other's eyes) to me, my love. My
lover. My soul. My soul mate. (knowing what the
other is thinking)