She

For Puabi

I

She needs a voice,

To express her moods in love;

So, she speaks with mine

To me.

A faint, tender whisper,

Like the summer breeze.

II

She needs a heart, a home,

To enjoy this love;

So, she abides in mine,

With me.

A light, gay pulse.

III

Most of all,

She needs me,

To live and experience love;

I suppose I need her too,

To share the love I feel,

Unexpressed, kept within,

For so many years.