How are you my love?I sometimes write poems, and when i read them later, i > realize they were about you.I sometimes look at the sky, and when i feel > happy seeing a flock of geese or a bright red cardinal, i think of the > elation and power and happiness you bring to me. i sometimes do the craziest > things, but i always wish you were here to see. i sometimes lie down in the > bed at home in this summer, and while my blood cools under the night cool > weather through the nightgown, in a place where wind has more force and > penetration, i allow your being to enter my mind, and i let it seep out into > my sleep. it travels through my dreams and towards the heavens of my heart > desires and feelings, and it is now embedded in and flowers of our love.i > wish that you felt the same way too. but until that day comes when we will > be together. > > I love you