I like to look at you, absorbing
every detail
of your face; the look in your eyes,
the lines that form when you smile.
And in your voice
I hear warmth and clarity;
the expression from your soul
ringing to the world like a clear bell.
Apart, my thoughts fly back to you
I see your picture and your letter,
and I smile.
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Joan
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —