I write this for, my dearest Rene,

As you are not really too far away,

But the miles seem quite distant,

When I cannot talk to you face to face,

Till that time, our lives are just about the race…

I send you mail through my internet site,

I send you love each time we ever fight,

Not very often is this, since we have seen the light,

Arguments and anger only prolong discord,

We need to clear our heads and enjoy even that which seems trite…

How many times have we discussed our love,

If does surely fit like the hand in a glove,

I would gladly exchange with you the front position,

If on a precipice someone was to of you shove…

You are my life, my breath, my very heart pumping,

On you my dearest, my bad karma I would not be dumping,

You are all that is good, loving & golden,

For this love I feel I am forever in your debt beholden…

© ed ~ 12/23/06