The heart doth know
What hides below
A smile a nod
Love must be denied
The sweetest Apples
Remain high upon the limbs
The rest falling to the bottom
To feed the multitudes
For that special apple
To be found
Leave for others
Those laying on the ground
One day a special person
Will come from far above you
Only then can you say,
"I have waited for this day
To say, Dear, I love you!"
November 17, 1961 Our anniversary
I wrote this poem for the one I waited for as especial