What I wrote

Is now resolved;

What I said

Can be dissolved.

What remains

Is what I am …

Free to be

Your loving man.

I am glad

I wrote it out;

The contradiction

And the doubt.

It was the only

Way I knew;

My secret heart

To show to you.

Love cannot live

Outside the mind,

But in the heart

It is refined.

The heart must feel,

And mind express,

In honesty

And tenderness …

In times of joy,

In times of need:

In every thought,

And word, and deed.

So there it is—

I offer you

The love within

The lines I drew.

As for the rubbish

I outlined,

That is no longer

In my mind!

A newer force,

Both fresh and strong,

Picks up to blow

My heart along …

To where it will

Your own heart meet,

And place its vision

At your feet.