In re yours of the 19th . . .

You e-mailed “I think if you all the time.”
   I know that you typed “if” instead of “of.”
But in that typo lies the truth, for I’m
   Thinking “if you” unendingly, my love.
I think, if you were here, how we would live;
   If you were parched, how I would be your rain;
If you let me, what gifts I would not give;
   If you were hurting, how I’d ease your pain--
And how, if I could have my way, we two
   Would treasure all the time we spend together
From years to moments as a sharing, through
   Experience--not “if” or “may” or “whether.”
      If you share that dream, wake, and make it be.
      Think how the world will come alive, if we.

Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells