Knowing that words
don’t mean as much
when spoken to you
at the late hour,
especially after you’ve been drinking,

I had some reservations…

but you have been troubling me
and I think about it from the morning
till that sun sinks down
and the night takes us over.

I think about it and it is a slow
growing seed
and when I think about it is when the grass is growing
or the rain is falling
or when I’m breathing.

I want you to know that the love
I feel is real and I don’t just feel it for you.
I feel it for every person I touch
and every person that touches me.
For touch is my greatest weakness,
especially done gently and with warmth…
but also the rough touches fill me with something
I can’t explain,
but I think about it just as often as I think about the
love that I feel.

Take my love and run with it. You may think
that I give it to all—
but you’d be wrong.
My love belongs only to those who deserve love
like you do.