Yellow masterpiece

yellow flowers pepper my eyes, remember all those pieces of my heart I gave to you early on that very sweet spring we began our

Lemon balm eve?

You are not vain nor a coward.

Please stop saying such things of yourself.

You are my lovely muse with talent beyond golden grace, of gentle heart and soul.

I felt your amorous pull when you first wrote me that balmy spread, of lemon pulpy mass. That was your yellow masterpiece, and it spread like wild orange fire in my mouth to my heart.

You told me you wanted me at some points at my estate during our daring friendship, was that a fevered fantasy of mine, dear Jane?

I believe in your art, and in you, as always, my dear Jane,

And though I’m a solid and solitary man, I tried my hardest to show my purest emotions through my heart and verse

Even in the beginning, I hope you saw it too,

And even if you have another later on,

I’ll always be here for you.