This morning I woke up and quickly wrote down a poem for Betty. I hope she likes it (I think she does). It is for her. One of a kind. Hers and hers alone. 

The poem came to me in a flash, as if by magic, from God, or from the Greek muses.

I know it's not "high poetry" but rather its "heart poetry" -- from the bottom of my heart. 

Where does inspiration come from? In this case, it really wasn't magic, or God or the Greek muses. It was from my love of Betty. She's the most important person in my whole life. When Japanese say, "I love you," they sometimes say or mean, "I need you."  Well, I need Betty. I wouldn't want to live without her.

Your Dan