Response to a Letter

My Love,

The words I wish to speak
do not exist. I can only
hope that you understand
what I now say because you
also feel it.

I am held by you the way
I'm held by the sea. Though
time and distance may keep me
far away, the salt air and
cold swells pull me, call me.
And when at last we are
reunited, it's all I can do
not to throw myself into the
waves and let them take me.

I look at you like I look at
the stars on a clear night;
full of wonder at how
close they are to me. I hardly
comprehend their brilliance.
It's overpowering, greater than
I remember. They radiate
hope, dreams, goodness I can
only hope to touch, to
mingle with.

All these things that I
love, all these things that
draw me, are in you–draw me
to you.

You asked that I promise to
love you–if it's truly me you
spoke to–and all I can say
is, since long ago, I already
have.

Completely Yours,