love sick

The last poem was written to me when I know he was feeling sick and in pain, yet here he is giving me such words. How does one respond to such love? It makes my heart open more, I am afraid more than either of us can handle. Yet I love him dearly and always am looking forward to the next moment I get to be in his arms or gaze into his eyes or feel his warm hand holding mine, or to hear his voice giving me a hard time so I can do nothing but laugh and give him a hard time back. I long to be near him again.