It hardly matters what my body does
(Except it matters very much indeed)
But in the large sense, it dos not, because
My soul is only willing, now, to feed
Upon your love, and therefore you may read
The meaning of my whole entirety
Within my face: the longing and the need,
And love greatest of all. There you may see
That which has come, in time, to define me:
The way my heart and mind have joined together
To wish for you, and how incredibly
Happy you make me. So ignore the weather,
Whether it's too darn hot or there's a chill:
You are the high desire of my will.
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