To A.E.M
Had I the words, my darling, I would tell
In whispered phrases sweet of my great love.
Of how your presence<charms the very air
Which close-enwraps us in its gentleness;
Of how all things assume a pleasantness
Unnoticed ’til you come, my dearest one.
But since I lack smooth speeches to entrance
Your ear; since my lame tongue has not the skill
To shew my true emotion to your heart;
Therefore I write, that your warm eyes might see
How utterly I love you and adore
Each treasured moment that we fondly share:
And how each waking thought, and every deed, is planned
To bring you blissful happiness, my precious Anne!.
