Words The Comfort Me - Feb 7 2010 Poem by Hal Caufield

I love you.
I take great comfort in these words.
When the world is heavy on the brow
And I cannot take another indignity,
I think of you and whisper these
Three sacred words to myself.
I picture you, your golden curls
Your soft blue eyes, and that smile.
I undress you in my thoughts
And hold you close to me.
Then all torment, all the that
Troubles me evaporates
And the world is just your smile.

In the office, at the bar or at the house,
During quarrels over this or that,
This is what I do:
I lower my head pensively,
Pincer my nose, close my eyes
And I think of you.
I hold you tight in that hug
Of so long long ago.
I am revived in knowing
That you will be mine.

I know it may trouble you
My darling, so please forgive
My need at my darkest hour
To think of you,
And draw strength
From your great heart and beauty.

And although you have told me
That these love words
Are difficult for you to hear,
Please forgive my need
In my blackest saddest moments
To plead for you three immortal words,
I love you.