Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Modern Love Poem

David, although I know your style of poetry is much different from mine, on this special day I send this poem to you - written by e. e. cummings but coming from my heart.

I love you!
i am so glad and very
merely my fourth will cure
the laziest self of weary
the hugest sea of shore

so far your nearness reaches
a lucky fifth of you
turns people into eachs
and cowards into grow

our can'ts were born to happen
our mosts have died in more
our twentieth will open
wide a wide open door

we are so both and oneful
night cannot be so sky
sky cannot be so sunful
i am through you so i

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