When we talk, and when you listen, listen quietly
When my anxiety is almost more than I can stand
More than I can sit down, without falling down
When, what hurts begins to hurt a little less
I owe you for masterfully directing my thoughts, toward you
Toward your direction on screen, on maps, on mental itineraries
I am a rocky riverbed, with cold water moving fast, but not as fast as
Our love
I have river stones, polished by your constant care, your thoughts, caressing
I have bones, fragile, threatening to break
Under an other's constant pressure, and I almost
Drown
But I do not, only, for your love, your gentle waters caress me
I am alone, but you are here, and there is no reason to be
No reason to be lonely, no reason to be alone,
I say this, while you sleep, 1400 miles away
I write this before you have seen the sun, following our good night
A very good night,
A very sweet conversation of words and looks
When we talk, and when you listen, with love, unconditionally
You hold what is most dear, and that is my love
My Love
You are my Love, most dear