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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