you have love for me
but you don’t say.
as long as you have it, it stays.
in the way you look at me, it shows.
in the way you welcome me, it flows.
it reaches me as it reaches you.
it stays everywhere as you let it go…
from your loving heart,
from your loving hands,
in all the ways your love can.
you have love for me
… it does say.
May writes love letters.