Love letter # 225

…And in the evening, when you are like the beauty of the dusk, I walk in your pale glory and lift up mine eyes to you. There I see the wonder; and am overflowing.

At the sign of your arrival, and at the sound of your breathing…there I feel the tides arising; as though you were the moon above and I was the acquiescent sea.

When I hear your voice, such is its song that I am compelled to sing it afresh; so that I might say what you have said and feel your very words become me.

If I have walked the path that you have walked, if I have knelt beside you, then I am the child of fortune…for in the very form of you I am blessed.