My dear, I am in debt to you.
For the times I have looked at you, my eyes are filled with joy.
I owe you. For the sweetness of the things you have spoken to me are like drops of honey melting on my tongue.
I am in debt to you. For the brief times I have held you I have lived a lifetime of love.
I owe you. For all of the nights I have dreamed of our next meeting.
I live with the constant aching of feeling my hand on your face and the hope of a look of contentment in your eyes.
I am sure I will live my life a debtor. How could I ever repay the happiness you have given back to me?
Before you my smile was only a reflex, but now a permanent thing that glows inside of me.
My love, I am in debt to you.
H R Davis