The trans-Atlantic flight, the cabs, The buses, and all that carries me To your door step, to recite what Must be said, to you my love. With tears filling my eyes, And my words large on my tongue I gasp when our eyes first meet, And I take your hands in mine. “I know only this Kay,” my voice soft “There’s nothing you can’t do, no one You can’t love, not if you want it badly enough!” The tears roll as you shelter me in you...