To My Dear Noëlle:



I look to the heavens, expecting

To see stars and the night’s sky;

But I see only you, ever-present

In the cool evening firmament.



A deep breath, I close my eyes.

The ocean soothes my weary ears

With its low and gentle voice.

The waves speak in vain, though,

It is you I would rather listen to.



Your smell is an ambrosial essence like no other;

Its fragrance is a hand that caresses,

Calms, drawing me closer and

Receiving me by your side.



Your earthen-colored auburn hair invites me,

with tender notions of succor and ease,

To remain, and adore.



Your eyes; deep pools of affection and

warmth that tend to wounded hearts

with the care a gentle mother gives to her

small newborn child.



It is with you I could spend my hours.

Talking, listening, watching with no single

moment lacking captivation or loving-sentiment,

and no single moment being wasted.