Love Letters.....
Your love letters
lie open and many times read
in the dry river bed
of my memory willows
Your depth of love
producing water so clear
it highlights a diamond nugget
crisp and coveted on the river floor
Your delight in the sum of us
mingle the trusted deep blue ink
on an aging page
of a ship set to ultimately still sink
Your hand holding the pen
the stick that becomes the stem
that brings forth the thanks
for the love we once shared
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