Kathryn,
my Captain, |
this
is to let you know |
what
I feel for you is so much more |
than
what others call love, |
there
are no words that are sufficient. |
I
only remember your eyes, |
the
teasing smile in them, |
the
feeling of that soft spot |
north-east
of the corner |
of
your mouth against my lips. . . |
the
rapture of our quiet solitude, |
the
safe harbor of our embrace |
under
the cradling moon. |
before
we go back |
to
what we will always be... |
with
my individuality with everything I am, |
and
everything I could ever be, |
this
is to let you know. |