You’re out there in the peopled world
Bobbing heads crowd your fair face
You sit in tunnels and in buses, hurled
Between one point and another in the race
To meet appointments. Look, just think of this!
(Old message!) That you’re in my battered brain
Constantly. My love’s continuous like the kiss
On your cheek of a curl you can’t restrain
I bless you and believe God blesses too
A goodly pair of lovers so heart-true.