When I first gave this poem to the wonderful woman who would become my wife, I called it “Mynorca” because it is an acrostic. “Will you go with me to Fine Arts?” was the message, Fine Arts being a formal event our university held once every semester. Thankfully, she said yes.
"Mynorca" When I examine my life, I realize how dully it would pass without friends. Laughing is tedious alone. Loving is tougher without friends to love. You flew into my life, became a friend. On meeting you, I suspected this would happen. Until later, I did not know how much a friend you’d become. God crossed our paths, I’m sure. On now we walk, how long? With you I feel at ease; I love our conversations. I would sit, watching you, talking with you, Throughout the sun’s tracing arc from east to west. However long I’m with you is too short a time. My heart knows life when I see you. Ethereal light dances your approach. Too many times my friendships are so light. Ours is not: You, the magnet, pull my iron heart to you. For how long this beauty of our friendship lasts I have no idea. Only God knows, and yet, Never am I tempted to cut this off because of future pain. Everything our friendship holds is worth the price. Are you, I wonder, thinking the same things? Really, have the same thoughts whisked your mind? To hear you say they have, I feel a rising joy. So tell me, please, your answer, if you understand. ?