And yes I smelled the paper
Of the letter that you wrote me
It started with a saying
That at first I couldn’t follow
But then I understood
Or thought I did
And it was you
Giving part of you to me
And every part is sacred
Vulnerable and true
I love beauty and
That’s all I see in you
Dean Meredith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-letter-47/
