Love in the time of Letters

 Every dip of the quill

Flows directly from the heart

Driven by the yearning

For just a look 

Lingering stares across the crowd

And nothing more

Lips remains sealed while

The eyes speak a million words

Looking for a place less suspicious

Living for the gentle stroke 

While the letter change hands 

Hurrying to leave before

They were found to be lost

Hearing the beloved's voice in the head

As the eyes sees the words 

Grinning from ear to ear 

As eyes fill with joyful tears 

Reading it over and over again 

Till it is by heart

That parchment there is the lifeline

Until next time.



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