I shall write the most beautiful poem to you,
But I shall write it too small and too light.
I would like to rewrite it again unto you,
But I wrote it too small and I'm not too bright.
It's far too pocket-sized to try reproducing.
It's far too tiny to read.
But in it, I tell you you're everything to me,
A little, too little, love note to you.
Its meaning too little to test the emotion.
Its message too little to try to explain it,
A tiny-mite poem that has little meaning,
Just three little words left unwritten.
--2--
Write me, dear, a little line,
A little poem, a little rhyme.
Write me, dear, a little thought.
I think. I love. I'm overwrought.
Write the words to make me sigh.
I'll never bother you to try
To dedicate your life to me.
For what it's worth, if never free,
I tell you true,
I love you.
c. 1991
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