You’re out there in the peopled world

Bobbing heads crowd your fair face

You sit in tunnels and in buses, hurled

Between one point and another in the race

To meet appointments. Look, just think of this! 

(Old message!)  That you’re in my battered brain

Constantly. My love’s continuous like the kiss

On your cheek of a curl you can’t restrain

I bless you and believe God blesses too

A goodly pair of lovers so heart-true. 

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