how do you write a love poem to a poet?

Ann of Norway Do send me a photo of them sometime? I have none as this veranda is in the weather at all times be it wind, frost or scorching sunshine, too extreme for much, the Tyttebear berries (peeping berries bitter sweet, eaten like cranberries with game) and dwarf pines posing as bonsai perhaps, just now blanketed with snow, the phallic stone is just beginning to peep out of its Winter condom. I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by 
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, 
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide 
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; 
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
 And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again,to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; 
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, 
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. John Masefield. Just got blown away into reminiscences, love to you (pl) Anuska. XXOO ____________________________