I could write you a beautiful poem,
yet one more,
as those many, my goodness, so many
I had written before.
.
It would run, sacramental and touching,
of your eyes,
that I dearly yearned to see glancing
Back at me – I hoped once.
.
Or this scent of yours. – Probably lilac?
and my want…
But, apparently, I can keep loving
All of you only then, if I don’t.
Lucy_Renard 
Write me!