I came across your profile
And I knew I had to write this
It all began when you commented
On one of my poems
When I was here as Calpurnia
Then you made it a favorite
The ultimate form of flattery
Then I left
The most idiotic thing I did
To forsake such a love
Then I came back
I was well and
In Rome, Italy
When Grant died
And I went back to London
You still loved me
That love was put to the test
When a maniac shot me
It never wavered
And now I return
To you waiting arms
And loving words
Hoping against hope
That you will love me as I love you