May 04, 2009 22:22
((This comes by campus mailbox, written and mailed and everything, on nice though not overly fancy stationery.))
Say that she laughs, and my heart leaps for joy;
Say that she sings, then how my voice must lift
And join with hers. My sadness thus destroyed,
She grants the world to me: a new-made gift.
I cannot say that I could give to her
Wonders to equal what she might deserve.
Her generous heart holds blessings to confer
That I can't equal from my own reserve.
And though I stand now, small in my own eyes,
I find in hers reflected greater heights;
The promise there of some long-wished for prize,
An invitation to share her delights.
Say that the sound I hear is her sweet call,
And with that voice, she claims me, one and all.
W.S.A.
((Will is a cheapskate. Ari gets, with the poem...buttons. Theater buttons, the kind suited for decorating backpacks and other things. It's a set of three. One says: 'Mom...dad...I'm a thespian', one says 'Actors Don't Do Decaf', and the third, 'My Life Has a Superb Cast But I Can't Figure Out the Plot'.))