Nest of New Feelings

Have you read what I wrote?
Just finished reading it.

How was it?
Why do you hold such grievance against me?

Tell me first...how did it feel?
Beautiful—fragments of you and me seem to fill the entire piece.

You once asked me—
"Do you love poetry?
Shall I send you books of verse?"
And I—learned to write poetry itself.

All the books you gave me are wonderful.
You know, no one before
has ever sent so many books to my address;
nor have I ever touched anyone with such tender care.
Each time I touch you—
a new feeling nests in this heart.