I have fallen in various kinds of love with many of you, although I’ve never had the pleasure of the physical company of any. I offer this as thanks:

Glass Heart
A glass heart grows larger with the accretion of grit from a life’s sandy road.
Its multicolors are created by various impurities mixed in with the sand.
The lesser heat of anger sinters, making a heart grainy and frail.
Alluring facets are formed by the heat of passion,
fusing the cracks in a broken heart, making it stronger.
An impassioned heart of glass is profluently frozen, abiding, even on the hottest Summer day.

I sent this to Dr. Bill a few weeks ago and he said: …A heart of glass could not pump, unless it was a Jarvik artificial one… What a romantic.
When my 18 year old son read it, he told me that he instantly thought of the snow/ice/grit that accumulates in the wheel wells of cars during these New England winters.
Maybe he’ll end up in the medical profession.

Ah - go eat chocolate.
Love, O’bow