that we become how we were
that I remember that night and whether
I said no,yes,maybe
that you trust me
especially when I say
that since I've been yours
I have not looked at a single other man
as anything other than a friend
because I do not see their faces.
I miss yours
I love yours
I am yours
And I can't bear the thought of an incident
that I cannot recall or fathom
throwing that all away.
Here it is: Please I need you. Please don't go.
With love, Beau xx