Do you write with your left hand
Or write with your right?
Do you write with a blindfold,
Or write with your sight?

Do you write to sweet music,
Or to silence, my dear?
I do hope it is only
My love that you hear.

Do you dream when you’re writing,
Of me and of you?
Do my poems give excitement,
And euphoria, too?

Oh, my love, are you happy
As I am to be—
To be loving and living
In our poetry?