A letter

I am writing you a letter. I'm bad at it because it is so serious. I'm bad at it because I am so serious.

I didn't say Dear because the sending will do it. It will say, I think of you tho we're apart. And I want you to know.

In fact I am going to you, but I still can't speak. You are what the rest pretended to be- what I imagined it to be- but then you are so different! You are what they feel slipping away, but will not see or trade for. You have come to me, you made and are remaking me, everything is your gift! So this is yours, but it is for you.

My beloved is fearless
He knows the inner works
My beloved wants to change the culture
My beloved is going with the flow

My beloved has the right word
He sees the forest and the pall
My beloved is low and gentle
My beloved is sharp

My beloved is a patient fire
My beloved turns the plow
My beloved has been lonely
I hope he isn't now

My beloved rules the world
My beloved is poor
My beloved has long brown hair
My beloved wears it short

My beloved lives in hiding
My beloved is close
My beloved loves the sea
the sun sometimes the fog

I love her when she makes me laugh
But I love you, the same and different.