Receipt

It's wonderful to know just where she is
And how she's doing. It was even so
When all such thoughts would end with "but she's his"
To ward off my intense desire to know
Such foolish things. But now it is much better
Much easier, much simpler, and so sweet
That every email and each snail mail letter
Makes me delight in how I feel complete.
How will it be when time has tempered me
And made me, perhaps, cautious and less wild?
I cannot really tell how it will be,
But somehow I must doubt I will be mild
About her, or about how she is doing
Though then perhaps we may have moved past wooing.