Address

Your name in the return address-
My heart awakens to confess-
It still holds all the love I had for you…
And thinking of you once again-
I haven’t felt this way since then-
So now I wonder, what’s a guy to do?…
Do I dare feel this way?
I don’t know what to say.
Afraid to hope the sun is breaking through.

Those memories that never fade-
The love of which our dreams are made-
A hope that I have been afraid to feel…
I’ve stumbled through my busy days
With love lost somewhere in the haze-
I had to wonder if it could be real.
And then your name right there-
Forgot how much I care…
Will good things come to somebody who prays?

The thousand times I held you tight-
Our candle flickered through the night…
To wake in time for biscuits served with tea.
But yes, of course, before the sleep-
The passion burning hot and deep-
Will all of this, and you, come back to me?
I hope this brings good news-
What have I got to lose?
I’m opening your letter, we shall see.

John H. Bidwell