I think it’s fine to tell you now
now as I’m leaving the valley so green
I think it’s good to let you know
know how I love you. You always do seem
like God’s own smile.

I understand you’ll marry him
whom you met near the water’s summer edge.
I think it’s good you found your man
whom you can depend upon in ev’ry age,
in all your while.

You need a love that’s right for you
your heart, your hand, your body too.
You need your man. I need your joy
and his as well — since he’s your boy.

I hope it’s cool to speak my love
love that bends and sways like willow’s limbs.
The force of you, it tears in me
carries me — like voice upon a hymn.

I love you. You’re the one I love.
Who are you? What is this for a love?
I love you. You hit me in that way.
What is this? What has it cut away?
I love you. You win the space of me.
What’s this wonder when you I see?
I love you. Forgive the intrusion.
Like a moth in lamp-side confusions
I got upside-down.

I love your smile.
Anything I do to make you frown
kills my heart.

I think it’s fine to tell you now
now as I’m leaving the valley so green
I think it’s good to let you know
know how I feel about what I’ve seen
in your eyes.

There shone much Light, much happiness
I learned what’s right in that abyss.
What keeps and grows and spreads such smiles
is what matters here on earth this while.

Author: Bartleby Willard
Editor: Amble Whistletown
Copyright: Andy Mac Watson