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Friday, May 1, 2009



I lie on the bed here in our home.
On the TV screen,
I watch the DVD called The Last Waltz.

Its music has its way with my heart.
And deep, unmistakably warm and tender emotion,
It floods up, I feel, as if I am immersed,
I swim in my fondness for you.

I see you through the doorway.
You stand in the next room, working,
You inspect and prepare dresses,
Soon be packed away in luggage,
Merchandise you plan for sale on a trip abroad.

You have on your gray, cotton shorts,
The ones you usually wear around the house,
The ones with the drawstring front;
They have pink stripes on the side.

You sport a pale raspberry, -- a color,
Which I believe, favors you --
V-necked shirt and its short, tapered sleeves
Accent, compliment your toned, narrow arms.

I can not help but declare, I do,
I do love you with all my soul and might.

In the morning, even before prayer or daily reflection,
When we wake I turn my head to you, and ask,
‘Have I told you how much I love you yet this morning?’

And then I smilingly reply,
‘How much I love you yet this morning!’

In the afternoon I ask the same.
Though we may drive about
Try to accomplish today’s busy chores,
I divert my eyes from the highway a moment,
‘Darling,’ I say. I say,
‘Have I told you how much I love you yet this afternoon?’

And then I answer, dead-panned, but right,
As if I write, direct,
From the very core of my inner most being,
I intone, ‘how much I love you yet this afternoon!’

And now it is evening, and, though
The refrain must necessarily remain the same,
I record it for all to know.
I want the world to know,

‘How much I love you yet this evening!’

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