My heart skipped a beat

when I read your latest poem

to Susan, your lover,

whom longer you have known.

I know how it feels

when loving more than one

my heart is large like yours

but touching we've never known.

In 12 days, I'll be there, Love

Holding and caressing you near

While we are together,

I'll be your love and you'll be mine, my dear.

I won't try to control you

or tell you what to do.

My heart wants to enfold you

As lovers are meant to do.

My heart still beats faster

When I get a note from you

Will our love be lasting

Or will the poem be true?