You know, my sweet heartbreaker,
you sometimes outdo yourself
when I would have thought that
further sweetness wouldn't be possible.
Lovely is not doing you justice.
And I feel like a fool at times for
seemingly saying the same things,
words, expressions again and again.

Wish my native language were English.
Words will never do you justice in my book,
as you said, in any language, incidentally,
does Uri exist as yet in real life? Does Julianna?
I love the senario, of course, predictably.
You KNOW you can let the big X's
out of the bag any old time,
how about leaning against a nice friendly tree,
a softbarked one and then
let the world go by for a while.

That's when the macro sizes would be
appropriate and the only other time
for them is at all other times. But
I must have you there,
can't kiss myself very well.
So, if you are convinced that the children
can be left safely in the play house
(without having one of us there to babysit)
I will take your hand(s) and
inwardly whisper to my heart:
'See I told you you would get
lucky and happy yet! ' Although,
I wasn't really all that optimistic
at times.
What kind of berries
would suit your taste and
how far would we travel?

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-to-lily-2/