Even though just recently we’ve met,
I feel you are to me a second mother.
Sometimes between one person and another
There is a strangely comfortable first fit.
With you I feel just like a lonely moon
Come to the attraction of an earth,
Swinging gratefully across its girth
As if possessed at last by love its own.
With the adult need for time and space
There is the child’s need for something more:
A love that needs no answer at the core
Of all that gives one dignity and grace.