Thomas, at night you
Haunt my memory;
On the frozen, still
A chance meeting
Sealed our fates.
In passion, my love was conceived.
Two cold years have passed. Denial
Is not sweet. I am unsuccessful in
Loving others and unsuccessful in not
Life, grant me the
Vexes my heart. I can not hide its
Echoing veracity inside much longer.
You are my heart, my life, my
One great love. Thomas, if only you
Understood how much I need you.
March 9, 1991