If today I knew
That I was through,
That my work was done,
For you had seen how much you are loved
By the words of one of my poems,
Then I would put down my pen
And never write again.

But I know
How deep the hole in your heart goes.
And even though you may catch a glimpse,
And be convinced by the hints of love you see,
You will always be ready for
Just a little bit more.
So here it is,
You are dearly loved by me.
I love you.

-jenn