I should be working and not writing you. But this is a missing you, where are you, hello and necessary for my soul. - Anne Sexton

I do have that bad habit, so female, of taking people at their word.

There once was a miller
with a daughter as lovely as a grape.
He told the king that she could
spin gold out of common straw.
The king summoned the girl
and locked her in a room full of straw
and told her to spin it into gold
or she would die like a criminal.
Poor grape with no one to pick.
Luscious and round and sleek.
Poor thing.
To die and never see Brooklyn.

(Rumpelstiltskin)

The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.