The Alphabet Of You

 The Inner " I " Of Introspection ,

To the " U " Of Outer Affection ,

Is Just " A " Spiral Circling Round ,

Just an " O " Without A Sound ;

As All And Every " E " Motion ,

Is But Silent " Vow " els ,

Of My Devotion ,

To Reading The Book ,

You Open For Me ,

Turning The Pages ,

Of Your Mystery ,

Feeling Your Deep ,

And Flowing Lines ,

Seeing 'Tween The

Symbols And The Signs ,

And Though This Book ,

Be Barely New ,

I Look Forward To Learning ,

The Alphabet Of You