to C -
The heavens are blue today
Blue -- like his eyes;
Eyes -- clear with love-light -
Clear as summer skies.
The breeze is gentle today
Gently caressing my hair
Charlie kept a copy
of this poem, written before marriage, in his billfold for many years, folded
between the sixth and seventh lines. It
became very worn and the last two lines were lost. I do not remember what those two lines were.
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