because some things must be spoken

I haven’t time for eloquence
Or poetic effort
In this moment
Just the same, I cannot have the sun set
With these thoughts unformed.
 
It’s not that I have fresh, new concepts
To relate
It’s simply that I’m full of feelings
Needing outlet
 
They’re not even fresh new feelings
Yet, they do not weaken or subside
As does the light at dusk
 
Yes, they ebb and flow so slightly
As your streams of hope which feed this
sometimes gushing, sometimes waning river
in my heart and mind—
A torrent of affection and desire
Love and longing
All rush through the hills and valleys of our lives
In search of your vast oceans
 
Yes, it’s the same rippling song I’ve sung
Over & over again to you:
I love you
I miss you
I want you
I need you
I am incomplete
when I have no hope
or knowledge
or sense
or promise
of you
 
So I hope this rush
of feelings and emotions
Floods your heart and soul
With warmth and goodness
This day
 
Always,
Your long-time Admirer