Love to you, that is anticipated

Just to glimpse, to see, hold your lovely frame.

Often my feelings become belated.

Could I ever be wrong. No, not to blame.

With eager eyes I behold you, assured

That you lovingly return each look, glance.

If I am ill, I hope ne'er to be cured.

Love is but always yet the risk, the chance.

Our future together, all I have known

Near to your heart is all I aspire.

My love for you has grown wings and now flown.

You have set me free, my heart on fire.

If there is one thing I would fain to do

Is to always share my true love with you.

01/17/1980

Author's Note: Long ago.....

Posted on 10/21/2007
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