My longing in love
be only for that not yet between us

...on this day which celebrates you

—so too does it me
in all our days yet to come.


Not a word of love for another
do I not mean for you.

Not a thought of you does pass
that I not take heed.


What does the best of language do
but describe what – true?

How then I've little more of to write
than for you My love.