Rebecca: Thank you, Asa. I always adored the poems you wrote me. Here is one for you:
Gently kissing in the sky
the leaves and branch entwine
dancing to a distant song
as to the breeze incline.
Does not love so also bend
and sway, as if to play
music for the heart to hear
against the mind to lay.
Over years it changes such
each Spring its life anew
that we can only marvel at
the depth and shape and hue.
Is not love but growing?
that as two souls mature,
the years interweave them
so through life endure.