all the ways that i had thot of loving
filled as i can be with such conceits
disappear in the face of you
the place you do take in my heart
all the awkwardness that i feel in phrasing
poems that speak of my loving for you
caught as they do catch in a moment's saying
so that i feel embarrassed or arrogant
hesitating where i should be sure
are nothing when i hold you
unable to speak
reach over the years of our separate growing
older together
measured in time
we note startled
no closer to knowing "what love is"
except that respect
that continual wonder
i still dissemble before
more in love with you than ever
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