I can fall in love with you a thousand times
And I wouldn't regret a thing.
My hands can write you another thousand poems
And I would not be lost for words.
As I begin my 80th poem,
The words come together naturally.
As I craft the things I want to say,
Memories of you came surging to distract me.
You steal me from the world
From all my worries and packs of miseries.
You match the brilliance of each dawn I see
The birth of every morning and its hope.
Your words are easy to say.
You are the easiest person to love.
Love is simple with you.
Love is you.