If I ever thought I did not need you,
If I for a moment forgot my affection,
If I almost give up on that which is us,
Write me a letter with your love.
Not yet has any such ill-favored thought
My mind crossed in terrible rumination,
Nor shall it while I control my faculties
And may wrestle them into submission.
For though you are now far from me,
Your heart has reached across the page,
Touched my own, and lifted up my soul.
With a word alone, I feel your presence.
Write on, loved and lover; send your love
With prose and poem, with pun and wit,
For I can never have enough of you:
Of your words, of your love, of your self.