Amid the many voices past and present
‘Cross the miles and through Time’s open door,
The words I needed most to hold within me
Were offered as perfectly as they’d been before

And nothing mattered anymore, save the
Beauty of heartfelt expression between pauses
And his simple, stalwart statement of condition
That had required no explanation of its cause

For without the flaw of timidity or hesitation
And with the fervor of a passion unrestrained,
He again imparted those words most poetic
And everything and nothing in me changed

I would maintain the relentlessness of falling
Is ever apparent once that truest truth has come
For a heart is lifted and the night is brightened
As if the moon had collided with the sun

Still, I come undone with each repeated hearing,
Above the commotion or in our quietude,
And never will it not thrill as it did the first time...

Not, my darling, when it comes from you