Anna

My dearest Anna

Today began inconspicuously enough,

The sun, muted, peered through clouds and curtains

At my wake, dressed your shoulders in

A heavenly glow

I stared only long enough

To keep from rousing you

Oh, how you have entranced me

That these words feel so

Inadequate

That I took it upon myself

To scour e'ery book

And speak to e'ery culture

'Til the proper collection

Of syllables comes forth

To describe such flawless affections

I gather'd my coat, and comfortable shoes

And penned the very note

You're reading

And made it as far as the front door

'Fore I couldn't bear another step

Away from such beauty, and as such, you'll find me

In the chair by the fireplace, sleeping

As I didn't wish to wake you

A moment too early

I've discovered a word

So perfect, so well put-together

Each syllable a celebration

Of beauty

Each letter a masterpiece, if only in

Conjunction with what came before and

What follows, I have found, my love

A word fittingly you, and I've written it

At the top of this letter, for any word which

Perfectly describes such beauty

Would only be ravaged

By my imperfect lips

A man with any decency would leave

To keep from spoiling

Such innocence

But wake me, and you'll find me

At best, a scoundrel with dishonorable intentions

And at worst, a good man on Sunday morning

Faced with a weak day's decision

But neither, never

Would refuse the chance

To allow myself

One more night in your bed.