This one's from my 1968 Notebook - actually 
written in 1970.  I was 20 and into Astrology. 

Did you know?

Did you know that Cancer 
was compatible with Virgo?  
No?
Well, it is.  
So now, you 
should take notice of me.

You’re so tall 
you have to bend 
to come through the door.

I’m so small
I have to jump 
to reach the top shelf.

Funny, hey, that I 
should fancy you 
for myself?

And me, 
so near the floor...

How’s the weather up there?
Do you know I care?  

Well, I do.

I like an awful lot of things about you;
your blond hair, blue eyes and glasses.

Your big nose! 

Even your massive 
size ten feet 
and huge toes.  

Like thick fingers, 
they’ve got character.

I tried on your shoes the other day 
and shook with laughter.

They made me feel all feminine 
because mine were so small, 
compared...

I don’t even reach your shoulder
 in platforms!

And yet... 

When you hold me 
or kiss me 
or anything, 
I feel nice.

All protected and loved
and I trust you, 
completely
even when you’re driving
and you know how nervous I am
normally...

So you see,
the difference in height
doesn’t mean a thing, really 
- does it?

Do you believe in the ‘Stars’?

Well, I do...
but that wasn’t why
I fell in love
with you.

Frances Macaulay Forde © 1970